Post Intro Testo

We stole the beats from the bees,The morning's taste of disease.
Our eyes are feeding on her.
Your body reeks of my needs,
A harder corner to please.
By now you're fives and tens more.
I block shots while your marks get darker.
You're allowed tear yourself down.
I'm right here, tear myself down.
Another vessel that bleeds,
Another giant to be whatever -ever since you,
You stole the beats from the bees,
The morning's taste of disease.
Your body reeks of my needs,
A harder corner to-
I block shots while your marks get darker.
You're allowed tear yourself down.
I'm right here, tear my heart out.