Suffer Now and Live
you left me hanging on the ropes
but I'm still swinging
while the ref is begging me to choke
dirty looks and bitter crowds signal the fight is fucking done.
you best believe there's a war between I and me
if that hasn't ended us better teach your fists to speak a little more thoroughly
these gloves converse speaking tongues a stigmata stir
syllables echo through arenas
as teeth forget their roots
round two
eyes show through the black and blue
I'll taste fear in your sweat before you'll witness my final breath
I wrapped my wrists with her colors
I held them high and proud
with her hands on his leg I watched her watch me from the crowd
I'm suffocating while I'm waiting for the bell to ring
this breathing commences when I see through your shattered teeth
I took this match from a harlot called destiny
alluded an inevitable knock out
didn't specify who'd be bleeding
all I have to offer is a kidney or rupture spleen
cause my fate's still double dutching with my heart strings
if this bloody canvas can be the stage for our disease
I'll gasp poetry to this stampeding heartbeat
tap out when you comprehend loyalty
I'll respond when I reconcile with indifference
if you work on holding your breath
I will concentrate on thrusting every ounce of my distaste through the back of your head
but I'm still swinging
while the ref is begging me to choke
dirty looks and bitter crowds signal the fight is fucking done.
you best believe there's a war between I and me
if that hasn't ended us better teach your fists to speak a little more thoroughly
these gloves converse speaking tongues a stigmata stir
syllables echo through arenas
as teeth forget their roots
round two
eyes show through the black and blue
I'll taste fear in your sweat before you'll witness my final breath
I wrapped my wrists with her colors
I held them high and proud
with her hands on his leg I watched her watch me from the crowd
I'm suffocating while I'm waiting for the bell to ring
this breathing commences when I see through your shattered teeth
I took this match from a harlot called destiny
alluded an inevitable knock out
didn't specify who'd be bleeding
all I have to offer is a kidney or rupture spleen
cause my fate's still double dutching with my heart strings
if this bloody canvas can be the stage for our disease
I'll gasp poetry to this stampeding heartbeat
tap out when you comprehend loyalty
I'll respond when I reconcile with indifference
if you work on holding your breath
I will concentrate on thrusting every ounce of my distaste through the back of your head
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Writer(s): Andrew Slane, Clay Nevels, Ryan Cano, Thomas Borboa
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