Hold my bag
I take care of my things by myself
There's no need to lend me a hand
You could carry my casket once I'm dead
That's what you do
You lead people into their death.

My grave is getting dug
Honestly speaking, I'm in no hurry
To meet my ancestors and God
To see them enraged
How and why did I end up in heaven
We all always thought it'd be hell.

I'm not your villain, but I'm your problem
With the ability to give birth to solutions
I blow air out of my lungs to fix the air pollution
Look, hold my bag
What I'm trying to do is crucial
You don't really have a say
You're not Google.

My hands tremble because of...