Descent of a Tyrant - From the Bottom to the Start

Murder

You're an embarrassment to my very existence
You speak all lies
All of which make no sense
I can't believe you'd try to befriend me
After six feet under is where you left me

Your voice
My siren
Your thoughts
Make me violent
My trust you don't deserve
There's not one purpose you serve

You're worthless and on my last nerve
Don't make me do this I won't conserve

My anchor's sinking
You're about to fall
Drown with me
Lose it all

I'll laugh
You'll Cry
Tonight we both die
Revenge is ugly
Fuck off you disgust me

Cry MURDER
Times passed for surrender
Get down on your knees
Farewell, rest in pieces

You're sick of my face
I'm sick of your stench
Your blood will stain my mind
As it drips from my wrench

Ding ding it's time for round three
You didn't think you'd be seeing me
Well here I am and here I stand
You can't hear drowning under quicksand

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Writer(s): Andrew Moore
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