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