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 don't bother
A thousands deaths


Say no, say how far