Breathing Fire
There you stride along the city streets when none expects
Dragging your fawning mind and toadyish being
Just like a millstone hung around the slave's neck
You dared to sell yourself and you pushed me away
I'm giving up on silence
'Cause you stepped on the wrong side of the track
Vengeance smiles upon me and darkens this kind-hearted man
NO TRACE of clemency will give your messily hands the chance to grip around my neck
They will never get the best of me, get the best of me, get the BEST OF ME
They will never get the best of me, get the best of me, get the best OF ME
You spread your lies among the trusting hearts, the helpless ones
No doubt this world reveals a better place
When you'll rot six feet under motherfucker
You dared to sell yourself and you pushed me away
I'm giving up on silence
'Cause You stepped on the wrong side of the track
We've got UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Gimme spite or gimme contempt
I am the rain upon your FIELD OF FIRE
Just call me out, I don't give a damn
But take this bitter advice: throw in the towel and don't cross me again
COWARDS taste the fist...
COWARDS eat the bricks...
Dragging your fawning mind and toadyish being
Just like a millstone hung around the slave's neck
You dared to sell yourself and you pushed me away
I'm giving up on silence
'Cause you stepped on the wrong side of the track
Vengeance smiles upon me and darkens this kind-hearted man
NO TRACE of clemency will give your messily hands the chance to grip around my neck
They will never get the best of me, get the best of me, get the BEST OF ME
They will never get the best of me, get the best of me, get the best OF ME
You spread your lies among the trusting hearts, the helpless ones
No doubt this world reveals a better place
When you'll rot six feet under motherfucker
You dared to sell yourself and you pushed me away
I'm giving up on silence
'Cause You stepped on the wrong side of the track
We've got UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Gimme spite or gimme contempt
I am the rain upon your FIELD OF FIRE
Just call me out, I don't give a damn
But take this bitter advice: throw in the towel and don't cross me again
COWARDS taste the fist...
COWARDS eat the bricks...
Credits
Writer(s): Colby O'donis, Jason Smith, Brett Mclaughlin
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