A Constant Knowledge of Death - SPEAK III (feat. Thotcrime)

Choke
On the gaps your tongue pressed through your teeth
Bleeding gums dripping with virulence
A python coiling through coded language
The boiling pot force fed to nescience
Calm down
We're just asking questions
No need to get upset
Ignoring context?
You're acting irrational
There is a room filled thick with gas
And I calmly wait
Match in hand
I close my eyes and scream into the pillow
I keep wondering why it never feels right
The unyielding shadow of death
Watching over like a god
I keep screaming in silence
It feels so wrong
They keep asking questions
Do you know what you're doing to yourself?
I shrug it off but my head stays heavy
And I don't need your fucking help
Don't ask me why I'm angry
You'll point the finger anyway
Heavy footfalls on unpaved gravel
Stumbling through sirens and ash
White-knuckle fists shudder
Lace them up
Ironic facade
Forty-five degrees
No remorse
It's hands on sight
It's hands on sight
It's hands on sight

Written by:
Aki McCullough, Hayley Bender, James Goldmann

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