Testo Starve The Threat

Years spent cold
Digging, fucking prying
To an exit, abort all reason
Call it quits, let it die, and rot
Persuaded to be something your not

Starve the threat
Worship death and crawl your way through the pins and needles
Momentum scrapes the bones
As their weeping hands beg for more

Sacrifice your soul to an unsung hero
Nailed to the art that you bled to create
Fear devoured silence as the hounds went hungry

Starve the threat
Worship death and crawl your way through the pins and needles

Snakes are at the table
Striking every hand
Forgiveness is frayed
Drowning your stability
Starve the threat
Worship death