Testo Glide

Not on a side

They've seen so much
Their instinct overrides
Overcompensate
For the lack of the faint detail of the insane brother
Pertains to your humble posture
Feed your monster
Make him scared
There's no oxygen in this air

Dreams won't come true
Not worth going through
Not looked forward to
Thoughts can't save you

And if you regret your move
They will still be there
Promises are good enough
But they have never cared