Saturday

Half of it is knowing where you stand The half that's left involves some sleight of hand The danger isn't close to what you think Even now, as all of our roads feel longer I'll find a way to make sure you feel this one Hopeless, heartless, hollow whore, bitch Fear is weight on my heart Half of me is all that you can take The half that's left will learn from my mistakes I wish that I had never had to say Even now, as all of our roads feel longer I'll find a way to make sure you feel this one Hopeless, heartless, hollow whore, bitch Fear is weight on my heart Like the weeds caught under feet Tipharet ascend in me Redirect my energy