G.E.M.
I'm on the outside, never fitting in
An outcast dealing with all my sins
You act like you're so god damn pure
What's it like being an imposter
You walk around with an air of arrogance
You two faced piece of shit
Don't care what others think
I wonder what it's like to wear your skin
The perfect thread for wolves in sheep's clothing
Green in the eye with the devil by my side
Do you feel the way it's creeping up your spine
Do you feel the itch
Now it happens all the time
Do you feel the pain
I see red, so feel my rage
Do you feel the urge
People kill to get what they crave
Tell me another lie
Make sure you say it to my face
Say it isn't me
That it's not him who took my place
Fast track to where we are from where we've been
Hell and back we paid the price
Can two wrongs actually make it right
Came to far to go back now
Load the gun, pull the trigger
Now show me how it is done
Do you feel the way it's creeping up your spine
Do you feel the itch
Now it happens all the time
Do you feel the pain
I see red, so feel my rage
Do you feel the urge
People kill to get what they crave
Open Wound
Fuck
An outcast dealing with all my sins
You act like you're so god damn pure
What's it like being an imposter
You walk around with an air of arrogance
You two faced piece of shit
Don't care what others think
I wonder what it's like to wear your skin
The perfect thread for wolves in sheep's clothing
Green in the eye with the devil by my side
Do you feel the way it's creeping up your spine
Do you feel the itch
Now it happens all the time
Do you feel the pain
I see red, so feel my rage
Do you feel the urge
People kill to get what they crave
Tell me another lie
Make sure you say it to my face
Say it isn't me
That it's not him who took my place
Fast track to where we are from where we've been
Hell and back we paid the price
Can two wrongs actually make it right
Came to far to go back now
Load the gun, pull the trigger
Now show me how it is done
Do you feel the way it's creeping up your spine
Do you feel the itch
Now it happens all the time
Do you feel the pain
I see red, so feel my rage
Do you feel the urge
People kill to get what they crave
Open Wound
Fuck
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Writer(s): Robert Corcoran
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