Mount Game Gospel

<< High mount hips << Heavy on your lungs, low

mount << Feel the pressure in your ribs << Grape vines digging

in << Toes hook like pins, you buck, I float,

ride the wave << Still grinning. There's mount spin knee by your

ear, you stall Technical mount pivot, one cheek on your jaw

You turn, I track, like a leash on your back Every breath that

you take, I'm subtracting from the stack This is mount game gospel

Head down, hands locked, stay hostile Every frame that you steal,