Fear (91bpm) E

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You bum me out yet? So paint in the Fucking big side of niggas. Yeah, Yeah, This ain't no sad boy melody, this is The grime on the windowsill, the fear ain't under The bed, it's the chill in the hallway. Guess still it's in the echo of a footstep That don't match your own pace, in the silent Understanding on a stranger's face. My fear's the flicker of the streetlight when you're Walking alone, the dial tone after you call a Disconnected phone. It's the taste of copper in your Mouth, the freeze before the fight, the shape that Moves just at the corner of your sight. Fear is the engine in the car that's idling Outside. Fear is the fingers lurking where the Shadows hide. Fear is the language that I speak And you deceive, or is the whisper in the Black behind telling you to bleed? Bleed, bleed, Bleed, Bleed, bleed, bleed, telling you to bleed. Fear is engine in car that's idling Fear the Fingers lurking where the shadows Fear bleed? Telling you to bleed. Fear Is The engine in the car that's idling outside. Fear is fingers lurking where the shadows hide. Fear is the language that I speak and you Deceive, or is the whisper in the black behind Telling you to bleed? Bleed, bleed, Telling you to Bleed