PRECIPICE

Look at the state of this, I can’t be no preacher
You’re a seeker
I’m a beast
When every bone cries don’t go
Red alert, hold yourself
Even if it’s suicide, I feel weak, ungrounded
Said I feel weak
Fallen deep complete
Suffered a true may day, severed off my own head
Look at the state of this I can’t be no preacher
You’re a seeker, I’m a beast, I
Your prophecy, your renegade
It’s ready now
A gravestone, no name
And there’s a right way
When I’m pushed to the edge
And there’s a right way
When I’m pushed to the edge
Do I leave do I wipe up up and die the night
Bleach away our regret
You wouldn’t know what was stained
Cry, cry I’m bout to live a lie
Lie
Look at the state of this
I can’t be no preacher
You’re a seeker
I’m a beast