Testo Beck Will Die

He's your slime, and he's out to break me I can feel him in the distance If he moves, if he breathes, I will see him He is guilty, he will pay, he will burn in every way He will taste the hell I bring He will change his mind about you I have grown to see that you are better than yourself You're more real than you pretend to be He wears his hair, he keeps it out there somewhere Far away out of reach, out of touch with our scene He is guilty, he will pay, he will burn in every way He will taste the hell I bring He will change his mind about you