feel my grip is it close enough to trick you
since your flippin out and so ya say "uh huh"
cope with feeling of frontal stealing
i wont turn the fuzz knob for you
think above pretend tough enough
easy to fight back
you jack ripper mother who started it
cut back to now
as your hair wipes the ground a muzzle to your back
pressure behind your eyes
and tears behind your grip
are cracking forward now, and flooding over everything
hold it close dont bother
a thousands deaths
say no, say how far