Caught in a Dead Scene
Behind
The backs of friends words spread like
A disease
An illness that can turn allies
Into enemies
If they've done it once
Would the do it twice
They've probably done it a thousand times
They'll sell you out
They'll bring you down
They'll Bring you down
So where are you friends
And who the hell are you to them
Stare into the eyes of your deceivers
Read between the lines of their betrayal
You can hear their fucking lies for what they really are
But don't but into the bullshit they try to sell
They'll sell you out
With no regrets
They'll cut you down
Till there's nothing left
Where do you go when there's no where to turn
All hope is gone and your bridges have burned
You're left with nothing
Caught in a dead scene
Caught in a dead scene
So where are you friends
And who the hell are you to them
Stare into the eyes of your deceivers
Read between the lines of their betrayal
You can hear their fucking lies for what they really are
But don't but into the bullshit they try to sell
They'll cut you down
They'll cut you out
They'll cut your throats
To conquer
They'll cut you down
They'll cut you out
They'll cut your throats
To conquer
Their vicious tongues
Well they have become
Their greatest mistakes
As their lies like venom pour through their fangs
And the words that they say
Only prove to be fake
They'll slither away
Those cowards and snakes
So where are you friends
And who the hell are you to them
Behind
The backs of friends words spread like
A disease
An illness that can turn allies
Into enemies
The backs of friends words spread like
A disease
An illness that can turn allies
Into enemies
If they've done it once
Would the do it twice
They've probably done it a thousand times
They'll sell you out
They'll bring you down
They'll Bring you down
So where are you friends
And who the hell are you to them
Stare into the eyes of your deceivers
Read between the lines of their betrayal
You can hear their fucking lies for what they really are
But don't but into the bullshit they try to sell
They'll sell you out
With no regrets
They'll cut you down
Till there's nothing left
Where do you go when there's no where to turn
All hope is gone and your bridges have burned
You're left with nothing
Caught in a dead scene
Caught in a dead scene
So where are you friends
And who the hell are you to them
Stare into the eyes of your deceivers
Read between the lines of their betrayal
You can hear their fucking lies for what they really are
But don't but into the bullshit they try to sell
They'll cut you down
They'll cut you out
They'll cut your throats
To conquer
They'll cut you down
They'll cut you out
They'll cut your throats
To conquer
Their vicious tongues
Well they have become
Their greatest mistakes
As their lies like venom pour through their fangs
And the words that they say
Only prove to be fake
They'll slither away
Those cowards and snakes
So where are you friends
And who the hell are you to them
Behind
The backs of friends words spread like
A disease
An illness that can turn allies
Into enemies
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Thompson
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