i feel a rumble in my chest
and a jitter in my leg;
my hackles are raised
and my bared teeth aren't just a jest.
you think i'm a *****
you haven't seen anything yet;
your words bit too much so revel in that cold sweat
'cause this rising whine is just the right pitch
to make you crumble, to make you humble.
don't think about coming near my makeshift pack, coalesced.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
i feel a rumble in my chest
and a jitter in my leg;
my hackles are raised
and my bared teeth aren't just a jest.
you think i'm a *****
you haven't seen anything yet;
your words bit too much so revel in that cold sweat
'cause this rising whine is just the right pitch
to make you crumble, to make you humble.
don't think about coming near my makeshift pack, coalesced.
