(Take a bite)
Out of common sense
X.O
Plasmic at my own expense
Hate when I meet with the fence
(Keeping me at bay) got nothing left to say (yeah)
Too much put onto my plate
Knowin' full well that I'll cave
(Leaping off the ledge) my train of thought persisting
Come hell or, high water, in pneuma, we martyr hopes and dreams
I found what I believe (yeah)
Rippin' apart at the seams, when everything's not what it seems
Find your way to me (Like lambs to the slaughter)
Find your way to me (Like lambs to the slaughter)
Find your way to me (Like lambs to the slaughter)