Fingers stinging, brow dripping,
soul singing, notes ripping,
every word a story about you.
Decipher this code to thoughts swirling like a toilet bowl.
Nothin’ like you’ve ever heard before.
My turn to speak, so listen here
this ain’t no lie, and it ain’t no truth,
but, Baby, ain’t no one hurts like you.
Believe this soul as you hear the melody,
groove with that smooth clash
and let the beat fill you.
Eat your deceit and feed your frustration.
Baby, it’s what you’re best at,
Just leave me to my music,
And I leave you to your hate.