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