Fuck With My Head - Acoustic

You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly
And the webbing is a tangle I can't justify
Spinning promises that only echo in the air
You play the part so perfect, making people think you care

Common sense says, "What the hell were you expecting?"
Getting back what you deserve, now your hands are sweating
Common sense says, "What the hell were you expecting?"
I don't give a shit, I'll let the karma do the dirty work
Steppin' on a crack, steppin' on a crack (what?)
Steppin' on a crack, steppin' on a crack (what?)
Steppin' on a crack, steppin' on a crack (what?)

No, you can't fuck with my head
Hear the break when you fall
Fuck with my head
I'll be the one to laugh above it all
You can't fuck with my head
Hear the break when you fall
No, you can't fuck with my head
No, you can't

Feel the pressure building up inside your own disease
Indecisive, every toxin wants to disagree
Paranoia setting in like on a shitty high
No longer now the spider, you've become that fucking fly

Common sense says, "What the hell were you expecting?"
Everybody talks a lot of shit to keep you guessing
Common sense says, "What the hell were you expecting?"
I don't give a shit, I'll let the karma do the dirty work
Steppin' on a crack, steppin' on a crack (what?)
Steppin' on a crack, steppin' on a crack (what?)
Steppin' on a crack, steppin' on a crack (what?)

No, you can't fuck with my head
Hear the break when you fall
Fuck with my head
I'll be the one to laugh above it all
You can't fuck with my head
Hear the break when you fall
No, you can't fuck with my head
No, you can't

No, you can't fuck with my head
Hear the break when you fall
Fuck with my head
I'll be the one to laugh above it all
You can't fuck with my head
Hear the break when you fall
No, you can't fuck with my head
No, you can't



Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Dixon, Nils Brunkhorst, Phil Sunday
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