Testo Fear

Weighing in, to squeeze out something you know
Pry it further maybe the truth is hiding down your throat

Felt the fear with my hand in your chest
Caught in the lie
Now you can wear it on your fucking head

Wear my name so you don't forget it
Does it burn?
Cleansing the shit from birth
Lick my fingers while you scream and guess the safe word
Hung by a thread
Made of your skin
Be the art of my perfect vision
Closer
By the inches of my third limb

Left regret underneath the bridge
Crushеd my soul, lined it up then snorted it
Raisеd by throbbing thoughts of rage
One step to becoming
God
When I see you again
I'll be enjoying the stench
You left in the same place