Testo Ignorant

Seemingly controlled monotone breathing
It cannot hide I'm raging within
Loose your vanity so you can admit
The kiss of Judas on my lips

Balancing the rope, spinning the wheel
Putting your thumbs on the scales
I guess you've got something to say Now don't spill clichés

Take a trip down to memory lane with me
Then you'll know what the fuck I mean
Think it over, watch it come down
The end draws near as I'm closing in