Album: We Are Gathered Here Today

Place those eyes that burn on my lap I can't grit my teeth without you
Do you believe me? Let me breath I will never throw that place away
Never stop hitting the ground, pound your fists into the ground,
Is it better than the beat being torn from your heart?
Try to breath Near the tick tock making me sweat
Blood starts to clog my pores How do you like it?

Comments