Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in need of the pain, high as a plane
Feeling no pain, hits fast like cane
You can call me hurricane
Into the sick of the soul
A snap in the brain
Twist in my wrist but I shatter the chain
Truth in the pain, I ain't playing no games
Bars align like bait in a motherfucking flame
They hit like a whip, crack back with a blast
Fast on the track while I'm ghost in the past
I don't give a fuck, I don't beg, I don't ask
Just spit the pepper, burn, break mass with a gas
I'm the echo of rage in a silent collapse
Screaming through static while the world just naps
Clench fists like none of the real ones ever crash
I move through the void with an audio slash
Oh, oh, oh
That's what I'm covered
Till I reach it
And after it's over
Till I see it
That's what I'm covered
By my secrets
Fucking changes pieces
Fucking keeps on meeting
That's what I'm covered
Till I reach it
And after it's over
Till I see it
That's what I'm covered
By my secrets
Fucking changes pieces
Fucking keeps on meeting
That's what I'm covered
Till I reach it
And after it's over
Why can't I see it
Looking for the forward
All my secrets
Fucking changes pieces
Fucking keeps on meeting