Testo Captive Audience

These undulating undertones
Keep me glued to you
As you walk me to the Iron Heart Bushwick
The spot where your sleeve rides up is the horizon

This push and pull
So damn rehearsed
This metric thud, thud, thud It goes off time
I'm (I'm), dust (Dust)
Shivering lard beneath these shards
As we trail off from the bar

It's time for you to make a move
You make me sick, it's all for you
No need to cleanse, no common sense
Just you, my captive audience (Oh, oh)
Time for you to make a move
You make me sick, it's all for you (Oh, oh)
No need to cleanse, no common sense
Just you, my captive audience