The Best For Last

Looming in the dark like a blacked out fiend
Like a shadow in the corner of your wall unseen
Skin so cold yet thick as ice
Do not get confused with the antichrist
Bitch won't return my texts or calls says
I'm drowning in the depths of my sins & flaws

Ugh what a fuckin joke
I hope she fuckin chokes

I'm about to remake stab

Give you the clout you never had
Save u the best for last

We can both remove our filthy masks
You can hide all you want
But do not forget what you did
Pretending it didn't exist?
I'm fucked in the head and that makes me sick

Slowly drive the knife through your skin
This is fucking great
There is no god for you here tonight
I decide your fate
Repulsed by the sounds of your cries
I am fueled by hate

Dismembering your arms from your chest
Time to separate
Fuck



Credits
Writer(s): George Velasco
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link