Aggroculture Testo

All these rags I been dragging through the years.
I have been tailored. A seamless dream.
all night the moths are putting up the fight.
kill every light
cause I can not afford another stitch
I can't afford to lose any face.
These threads, handed down, I can't give up.


Those vines, the painful cling just keep hacking
just keep hacking
to no avail.

It's something
I'll never see
I'll never see
cant ever see through
the suits that become you.
won't ever tear through
the suits that become you.