Figure 8 Lyrics

You see that face from across the room
And I can feel you"re nothing
Know your fears, not hard to see
Intentions pale, it"s blinding
Stop, stop from the place I"ve been
No good for the shape I"m in
I"m slow to the race you win
You want to take me out

Stop, stop when you face off in
My s***e in the wicked descend
No taste for the place I"m in

You need to stop, stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Disarray!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Kill yourself, won"t bury me
And I can feel you glaring
Showing up, preparing me
And you"re the one, I"ll bury

Stop, stop to the place I"ve been
No good for the shape I"m in
I"m slow to the race you win
You want to take me out
Stop, stop when you face off in
My s***e in the wicked descend
No taste for the place I"m in

You need to stop, stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Disarray!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!