Testo
I got these paper cuts from paper gloves I paper-glued to you
My God, consign me my terror tool
Or feed me to the ghoul
Feed me to the ghoul
If you won't kick me to the edge of my center
Out of my own trial
Jot down an easement withstanding the forgoing in this lie
Feed me to the ghoul
A face off in the backyard of my home
Based off an imbalance of control
Done with the fool on the first cut
This is enough to keep this head
Out of a ray of mud
Done with the fool on the first cut
This is the ration you'll accept
Only a grain of love
Consent a latent warrior
And my hat will mold into a helmet
Work
A scalpel where a hatchet's needed
Sigh
Tremble to your little pinky
If they want war
It's all on me
Done with the fool on the first cut
This is enough to keep this head
Out of a ray of mud
Done with the fool on the first cut
This is the ration you'll accept
Only a grain of love
Done with the fool on the first cut
This is enough to keep this head
Out of a ray of mud
Done with the fool on the first cut
This is the ration you'll accept
Only a grain of love