歌词
Mind controlling, I find a hole in
Everything you claim to believe in
You thought that I was the type
To shut up my mouth and do what you say and
Maybe you were just sitting, thinking
I was just the type to get the engine ticking
Now you're at the bottom, I've been dying to know captain
How you feel now your ship is sinking
I should have got you when I had the fucking chance
Manipulator, fucking faker
Sorry, am I in your way?
I can't excuse myself enough
I didn't mean to come and fuck this up
Do you hear me now?
Listen close, shut your fucking mouth
You'll always know that
I could have got you when I had the fucking chance
I, I should have got you when I had the fucking chance
Go tell yourself that the problem was me
But we all know you're a filthy blood-sucking disease
Cut off the cancer
Two-faced clown, monumental disaster
I've been praying you'll be found where the pigs are grazing
I've been dreaming of you bleeding
I've repressed these awful feelings
Hanging from a wilted oak tree
No one there to hear you choking
I've been dreaming of you bleeding
I've repressed these awful feelings
Hanging from a wilted oak tree
No one there to hear you choking
I've been dreaming of you bleeding
I've repressed these awful feelings
Hanging from a wilted oak tree
No one there to hear you choking
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