Truth

You spin your web
With lies you've said
You're ugly as can be
The inside of your vial brain
Is rotten to the seed
You're hoping you can prey on
Those that you deem weak
Your words fell flat
And now it's time
To sweep you under my feet

Ya one sorry son of a gun
Really I feel bad for you
Seems like you've come undone
There's no room here for you
Your words are like a virus
Spineless and useless
If they find their way through
They'll all turn against you

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

The web you've spun
Has fallen down
Now everyone can see
The trap you set
Was nothing more
Than insecurity
Now you're turning circles
Tryin' to find safe ground
How's it feel to be the one
Hiding from the crowd

Ya one sorry son of a gun
Really I feel bad for you
Seems like you've come undone
There's no room here for you
Your words are like a virus
Spineless and useless
If they find their way through
They'll all turn against you

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Lie mister lie
The truth won't set you free
All you know
Is how to spin and weave
Spin and weave

Ya one sorry son of a gun
Really I feel bad for you
Seems like you've Come undone
There's no room here for you
Your words are like a virus
Spineless and useless
If they find their way through
They'll all turn against you

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh



Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Saenz
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