Tekster: Dropsaw. Missing Limbs. Your Mouth...Zip It.

You don't get it, I don't trust you
stay the fuck away from me
how pathetic, what was it worth?
you won't get this over me
I'm stronger than you will ever be
was told of hate
the feeling is mutual
lies not recognized

just forget it, you've dug too deep
no easy way out of this
shows who you are
weaker than piss
thriving on the day that this would come
knowing the damage that was done
it makes me cold
sends shivers down my spine
uncovered disguise

knowing the damage that was done...FUCK YOU!

FUCK YOU!