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
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
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Writer(s): Sydney Saenz
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