The Lock -

I have the key to hold you off from me

I know your will is focused on harming me

I will kill you with my own hands

I will dig your fucking grave

I will dig your fucking grave

I read the hatred from your gaze

Your eyes speak to me about anger

Now your mouth is muttering threats

Time to tighten those links and keep me safe

I’ve made my way to submit you

I’ve clawed my way to oppress you

Two kinds of people my friend, two sides of the lock

I’ve made my way to hold the key, I dictate the sane

I’ve made my way to submit you

I’ve clawed my way to oppress you

Two kinds of people my friend, two sides of the lock

I’ve made my way to hold the key, I dictate the sane

Diagnose then heal

Diagnose then heal