Set It Off

I see through bitter eyes and
The fact still remains
I read between your lies
You got beat at your own game
Take a trip with me for soon
I will sin
Without one regret
The pain will begin

As the knife got deeper
I won't go without a fight
But you know the price you'll pay
That price is with your life
Suffering and pain like nothing
In your past
I walk the walk, and my path
Will be your last



Credits
Writer(s): Jorge Guerra, William Shepler, Fred Cricien, Matthew Henderson, Vincent Cappuccio
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