Supafeeler (Vice Grip)

Can you feel?
Can you feel me?
Worshipping you with my eyes

Can you feel?
Can you feel me?
Cut through your heart like a knife
Supafeeler, yeah

Under pressure, fingertip in a vice grip
No surrender for the chosen few
We prefer to twist the tit of the bad witch
We prefer to keep the attitude

Under pressure, hammerhead in the shallow end
No surrender for the death guard watch
Pound of flesh, the water's red but we still swim
Rub his belly and the bad fish stop

(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the dark
(Supafeeler, yeah)
(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the dark
(Supafeeler, yeah)

On the corner, playing jacks with the hood rats
Blowing spit wads at the substitute
We came up jumping fences in our black Chucks
Latch-key heathens in the gray June gloom

Backpack with patches on it, spitting foul-mouthed sonnets
Hooked on grits and phonics, we're still the suspects
Blazing bright as comets, hazing clubhouse prospects
Fitness is the bombest, fuck you too!

(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the dark
(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the dark

(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the dark
(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the heart

Can you feel?
Can you feel me?
Worshipping you with my eyes

Can you feel?
Can you feel me?
Cut through your heart like a knife
Supafeeler, yeah

(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the dark
(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the heart

(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the dark
(Supafeeler, supafeeler)
Follow me into the depths of the heart