Hysterics

Found your grave
Dig your hole and sink in
You're a slave
To all of your sins
You're bitter now
A leech you will always be
Sink in the ground
Head to your feet

You were born to be selfish
You were born a narcissistic
You were born with hysterics
It all makes me
Sick

What makes you think
That
You're above us all?
What makes you feel
Like
You're the last to fall?

Better how?
I still see a mess
You go around
Trying to convince
That you are
A clean happy soul
Play the part
A bitter
Fool

You were born to be selfish
You were born a narcissistic
You were born with hysterics
It all makes me
Sick

What makes you think
That
You're above us all?
What makes you feel
Like
You're the last to fall?
I'll dig a grave
At shovel length
Can't fit the body

BREAK
THE
FUCKING
LEGS

HYSTERICS



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Olenik
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