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So it goes
So it goes
This is warfare
I'm the monster you created from your nightmares
All they want is to see you burn
But there won't be any scraps when they get their turn
Death threat
There's no controlling me
Death threat
I'm gonna make you bleed
No remorse for the scars that you gave me
Try to do your worst but you don't fucking phase me
Push me to my breaking point
My conscience snaps in two
Drag you into the void
You're tangled in my noose
Clear view till everything goes red
I watch your lips turn blue
Nemesis until the bitter end
I'll fucking bury
You
Save face
Never fucking show it
Intentions come to light
Death threat
You should fucking do it
Born to lose born to die
Push me to my breaking point
My conscience snaps in two
Drag you into the void
You're tangled in my noose
Clear view till everything goes red
I watch your lips turn blue
Nemesis until the bitter end
I'll fucking bury
Chest tight from the air that the rope blocks
Blood slows to the brain til the heart stops
Kicked the chair so your feet swing freely
I get off to the thought of you no longer breathing...
So it goes
This is warfare
I'm the monster you created from your nightmares
All they want is to see you burn
But there won't be any scraps when they get their turn
Death threat
There's no controlling me
Death threat
I'm gonna make you bleed
No remorse for the scars that you gave me
Try to do your worst but you don't fucking phase me
Push me to my breaking point
My conscience snaps in two
Drag you into the void
You're tangled in my noose
Clear view till everything goes red
I watch your lips turn blue
Nemesis until the bitter end
I'll fucking bury
You
Save face
Never fucking show it
Intentions come to light
Death threat
You should fucking do it
Born to lose born to die
Push me to my breaking point
My conscience snaps in two
Drag you into the void
You're tangled in my noose
Clear view till everything goes red
I watch your lips turn blue
Nemesis until the bitter end
I'll fucking bury
Chest tight from the air that the rope blocks
Blood slows to the brain til the heart stops
Kicked the chair so your feet swing freely
I get off to the thought of you no longer breathing...
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Skinner
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