Testo Mammals

Tear your way right through my flesh
All the blood that's rushed to my head
I should have concentrated less
Oh it's all good, gone and bled
Pooling at my feet. The pounding in my chest

And you were always the king of the last minute
No, don't move cause you'll keep sinking more Into your own bullshit

I know, I know, I know
The weight of your word is easy to throw
I know, I know, I know
Blue in the face. Not letting go
(Let me out now. Let it all go.)

Holes in your stories again
And I've been impatient at best
It's the past in present tense
Or a white lie in red hands
And so casually composed, my brain is broken

Tear your way right through my flesh All the blood that's rushed to my head