Behind Your Mask
Step away from me
Step away from me
Step away from me
Step away from me
Step away from me
Step away from me
Your petty soul doesn't mean shit
I'm sick of all the bullshit lying in your veins
Reenact all the drama for your sick endeavors
Another life falls in your hands
Drown my sorrows in a bottle
Drink a fifth of jack and watch the knife fall
Watch the scars bleed from within
Internally it stopped the bleeding
I wear the scars of my pain
I lost my self in a pool of sorrow
Hardly dragging on tomorrow
I'll show you all the pain you caused
All for it to end at the edge of our fate
Wait till the shovel hits the ground just for your grave
I'll fill the grave with your hate
Feeling trapped with your pain
Dig the grave dig the grave dig the grave and feel my pain
Filled with hate, filled, filled with hate, filled with, filled with hate
March to the grave hiding feeling afraid
Marching to the tombstone of your grave
This is what you deserve
Dying alone dying afraid
Feeling victim to your own fucking game
Lost myself hardly dragging on tomorrow
Fuck you
All for it to end at the edge of our fate
Time moves on
Fill the grave with your hate
Feeling trapped with your pain
Behind the mask this is your fate
Dug deep in your grave
Still alive in this game behind your mask
Step away from me
Step away from me
Step away from me
Step away from me
Step away from me
Your petty soul doesn't mean shit
I'm sick of all the bullshit lying in your veins
Reenact all the drama for your sick endeavors
Another life falls in your hands
Drown my sorrows in a bottle
Drink a fifth of jack and watch the knife fall
Watch the scars bleed from within
Internally it stopped the bleeding
I wear the scars of my pain
I lost my self in a pool of sorrow
Hardly dragging on tomorrow
I'll show you all the pain you caused
All for it to end at the edge of our fate
Wait till the shovel hits the ground just for your grave
I'll fill the grave with your hate
Feeling trapped with your pain
Dig the grave dig the grave dig the grave and feel my pain
Filled with hate, filled, filled with hate, filled with, filled with hate
March to the grave hiding feeling afraid
Marching to the tombstone of your grave
This is what you deserve
Dying alone dying afraid
Feeling victim to your own fucking game
Lost myself hardly dragging on tomorrow
Fuck you
All for it to end at the edge of our fate
Time moves on
Fill the grave with your hate
Feeling trapped with your pain
Behind the mask this is your fate
Dug deep in your grave
Still alive in this game behind your mask
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Writer(s): Dylan Romanic
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