Under the cover of the years
Don't let them hear when you talk
They will rip out your throat
I'll put all the spit in my throat
Scratch that shit, I am cured
Killing all thoughts through the day
That's the voice that I like
The one that I've been waiting for
Keep it to a whisper for now
I know when your stomach gets hot
Now, I want this to stretch out
Now, I'm not about to cave