Case Nine: Mortuus Mures Aureos II (Mihi Contra Omnes)

Every step you took towards destroying me
You took too late
You'll rip my chest wide open
And find a hand grenade

And with time, you will see
I'm all you want to be
I am your, talking point
You don't mean anything to me

You're haunted by your own...
Words, you're haunted by your own...
Words, you're haunted by your own...
Words, you're haunted by your own words

Modify your reality
So your lies, they could make sense
And feed your insecurities
With your worthless junkie friends

Tell me how does it feel to know
All you left for your-own-self is woe
Now reap what you have sown
And everything, you crave to have and be
I overgrown, years ago

Watch me as I wave goodbye
I'm off to better days
While you're still getting high
And failing all that you have planed

And all of you are rats
And all you'll get for that is death

All of you are rats
All you'll get for that is death
And all of you are rats
And all you'll get is death



Credits
Writer(s): Tin Marjanović
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