From the album
Slave To The Game
Now here’s the truth. I pull the knives out of my back. And give them right back to you. This is the way I choose to cope. My only escape. And you will get what you deserve. I hope you’re listening. Mark my words. And we’re all laughing at you. Behind your back and to your face. You cannot take back what you said. You paint a past you can’t erase. I don’t feel sorry for you. I hope you choke before you speak. So keep my name out of your mouth. You are the fucking disease. I’ve got nothing to fight for. So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war. I’m ready to even the score. Put a bullet in your fucking dome bitch. My disappointments over shadowed By your lack of respect. I fucking hate you bitch.