Deadbeat

Go blame me
(For everything you've done)
Things won't change
(Suffer from the cut)
Go blame me
(For everything you've done)
Things won't change
(Suffer from the cut)
Suffer from the cut

Embrace the art of drowning
And let the water fill your lungs
And when your eyes roll back
You can think about what you did while spitting up
Embody paranoia
Fear the man you have become
Live your life in fear knowing you can't undo what has been done

Deadbeat
You're a fucking deadbeat
You're a fucking deadbeat
You're a fucking deadbeat
Deadbeat

You had the tools you needed to succeed
Never put in effort shift the blame back onto me
Did you no favours so I call it how I see
You know exactly what you are
Deadbeat

I don't need your opinion
You sick, sad, sorry waste of space
Are you even fucking listening
You'll be as shallow as the grave that I make you fucking dig



Credits
Writer(s): Brenden Payne Ferguson, Eric Murphy, Marco Ciampaglia, Steven D'arsie, Tristan Jacob Sousa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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