Patch That Wound

LYRICS: [Intro] No sleep. No halo. No hero. Just me and the mess. [Verse 1] Patch that wound, zip that lip, drag that bag, hide that drip Fix that lock, break that code, burn that note, clear that road Move that weight, shake that tail, fake that smile, sell that tale Take that blame, choke that rage, play that role, kill that page Since thirteen, been the broom for blood on tile Been the hand in the dark making fear look mild Call me when your pretty little life goes wrong I make screams go quiet, make short nights long Stitch that debt, ditch that phone, switch that name, ghost that zone Feed that lie, need that high, bleed that truth, leave that bone Every favor got a fang, every promise got a fee Everybody wants a fixer till the fixer’s me [Pre-Hook] I don’t pray, I prepare I don’t care, I compare You want clean, I want paid You want peace, I make graves [Hook] Fix it, flip it, bury it deep Night don’t talk and the walls don’t keep Fix it, flip it, silence the sound I been the man that drags it all down Fix it, flip it, hell on retainer Cold as a slab, no savior behavior Fix it, flip it, one more sinner Everybody eats when the fixer’s the dinner [Verse 2] Clean that blade, mop that hall, fog that cam, block that call Frame that fool, tame that heat, claim that prize, numb that beat I held moms while sons got cuffs Held kings while crowns got crushed Held my breath in crawlspace mold Held that line till my blood went cold I know where your saints keep dirt I know what your suits are worth Whole city built on hush-hush deals I’m the duct tape wrapped round spinning wheels Mask that bruise, pass that flask, ask no names, finish tasks Cross that bridge, torch that map, lock that jaw, snap that trap I’m the fix before the fallout hits I’m the itch in your “forgive and forget” [Bridge] Say less Move smart Head down Cold heart No crown No choir Just smoke And wire [Final Hook] Fix it, flip it, bury it deep Night don’t talk and the walls don’t keep Fix it, flip it, blood to the brim I kept your monsters fed, now they feeding on him Fix it, flip it, blade in the ledger Name on a list and a thumb on the pressure Fix it, flip it, last one standing I fixed the world till my soul quit landing [Outro] Call me again. I’ll make it disappear. Like I always do.