Chase Atlantic, Goon Des Garcons - Consume

Alright, alright, woah
Why you pointing at me with that knife?
I've been cutting corners all my life, girl
The terror doesn't blossom overnight, no
She's running through the city in a rampage
Pressing on her fingers 'til the bones break
There's blood all in her nose from the propane
But a needle to the skin will make the pain fade (Yeah)