Rotten
I don't believe what I've seen, could this be?
Riddled with insecurity
So you just keep mocking me
I hope you liked it, now please just go
Be one with enemy
Befriend those lies
Can't decide, who's wrong or right
But I don't care, you've said goodbye
This picture is broken
My heart is sliced
I think I've been chosen
For a fucked up life
Here we go once again
Same old shit
You must be taking the piss
Took it all, now you want more
There's only one word for you and it's
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the lies fall, the pschyo will flop
And when they shall fall, I will be free
No cradle or nothing, just a fuck you from me
Now the sickness has died
And there's nowhere to hide
Just run away girl, as you I will find
I hope your stomach churns
I hope your eyes burn
Such a beautiful soul
Now rotten like mold
Trying to decide
Who's wrong or right
I still don't care
So glad you said goodbye
My thoughts are provoked
On my heart I choke
Let the past grow old, rotten like mold
I don't know what really happened
Honestly I don't give a fuck
The lies you spread will turn to rust and everyone will see just what you are
A little bitch with no ambitions
You desecrate my name
Eat mould to fuel your wretched ego
You're dirty and depraved
How
Could
I have seen
What you'd cause for us and how you'd fuck with me
Succubus
Feed on lust
Pure disgust
You're the enemy
How
Could
I have seen
What you'd cause for us and how you'd fuck with me
Succubus
Feed on lust
Pure disgust
You're the enemy
Maniac, loser
Silent abuser
Fucked with my psyche
The past is behind me
I can see you're the same
No lessons were learned
Burn fucker
Burn fucker fucker burn
Riddled with insecurity
So you just keep mocking me
I hope you liked it, now please just go
Be one with enemy
Befriend those lies
Can't decide, who's wrong or right
But I don't care, you've said goodbye
This picture is broken
My heart is sliced
I think I've been chosen
For a fucked up life
Here we go once again
Same old shit
You must be taking the piss
Took it all, now you want more
There's only one word for you and it's
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the lies fall, the pschyo will flop
And when they shall fall, I will be free
No cradle or nothing, just a fuck you from me
Now the sickness has died
And there's nowhere to hide
Just run away girl, as you I will find
I hope your stomach churns
I hope your eyes burn
Such a beautiful soul
Now rotten like mold
Trying to decide
Who's wrong or right
I still don't care
So glad you said goodbye
My thoughts are provoked
On my heart I choke
Let the past grow old, rotten like mold
I don't know what really happened
Honestly I don't give a fuck
The lies you spread will turn to rust and everyone will see just what you are
A little bitch with no ambitions
You desecrate my name
Eat mould to fuel your wretched ego
You're dirty and depraved
How
Could
I have seen
What you'd cause for us and how you'd fuck with me
Succubus
Feed on lust
Pure disgust
You're the enemy
How
Could
I have seen
What you'd cause for us and how you'd fuck with me
Succubus
Feed on lust
Pure disgust
You're the enemy
Maniac, loser
Silent abuser
Fucked with my psyche
The past is behind me
I can see you're the same
No lessons were learned
Burn fucker
Burn fucker fucker burn
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Writer(s): Sid Simpson
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