Figure 8
You see that face from across the room
And I can feel you’re nothing
Show your fear, it’s not hard to see
Intentions pale, it’s blinding
Stop, stop from the place I’ve been
No good for the shape I’m in
I’m slow to the race you win
You want to take me out
Stop, stop with your face off in
My space in the wicked descend
No taste for the place I’m in
You need to stop, stop!
Stop, stop!
You hate me now
Stop, stop!
Disarray!
Stop, stop!
You hate me now
Disarray!
You hate you
Kill yourself, you won’t bury me
And I can feel you glaring
Showing up, and preparing me
And you’re the one, I’ll bury
Stop, stop to the place I’ve been
No good for the shape I’m in
I’m slow to the race you win
You want to take me out
Stop, stop with your face off in
My space in the wicked descend
No taste for the place I’m in
You need to stop, stop!
Stop, stop!
You hate me now
Stop, stop!
Disarray!
Stop, stop!
You hate me now
Disarray!
You hate you
Stop, stop!
You hate me now
Stop, stop!
Disarray!
Stop, stop!
You hate me now
Disarray!
You hate you