Suspect (feat. Danny Munoz of the Sign of Four)
The air is full of bullshit
Cunt you fucking reek of it
I simply can't stand the stench
Of snake oil sales I've come to resent
You're first to teach, yet last to practice what you preach
It'd be quite the reach, to call you anything but a leech
Hatching schemes atop your pyramid
Crafting a mold I was never meant to fit
A neurotic fucking dissident
With no will to conform or submit
A black sheep's mark upon your reputation
Leads to family ties frayed beyond mediation
So tell me how you can demand respect
Fractured and estranged, just a fucking suspect
A place for my head when I can't feel my face
Everyone alive can always be replaced
Running through my head as I'm staring into space
Like a rope around my neck after my veins had been traced
Like burning the evidence after its all been erased
Like admiring the beauty after its already defaced
Like the search for your hope after its lost or misplaced
It's not too much, it's a fucking disgrace
I feel it come from inside
No where to run, nor hide
You're gonna see a divide
When I slit your throat from your neck, to your eyes
Your existence disgusts me
I won't be happy till you're wiped off the face of the earth
Lynched from the highest tree
With a heartbeat to match your lack of fucking worth
When you look back on yourself, I hope you're fucking pleased
Cause every dog has it's day, and you're a dog with fleas
And when your day comes, and there's no one around
Cunt you fucking reek of it
I simply can't stand the stench
Of snake oil sales I've come to resent
You're first to teach, yet last to practice what you preach
It'd be quite the reach, to call you anything but a leech
Hatching schemes atop your pyramid
Crafting a mold I was never meant to fit
A neurotic fucking dissident
With no will to conform or submit
A black sheep's mark upon your reputation
Leads to family ties frayed beyond mediation
So tell me how you can demand respect
Fractured and estranged, just a fucking suspect
A place for my head when I can't feel my face
Everyone alive can always be replaced
Running through my head as I'm staring into space
Like a rope around my neck after my veins had been traced
Like burning the evidence after its all been erased
Like admiring the beauty after its already defaced
Like the search for your hope after its lost or misplaced
It's not too much, it's a fucking disgrace
I feel it come from inside
No where to run, nor hide
You're gonna see a divide
When I slit your throat from your neck, to your eyes
Your existence disgusts me
I won't be happy till you're wiped off the face of the earth
Lynched from the highest tree
With a heartbeat to match your lack of fucking worth
When you look back on yourself, I hope you're fucking pleased
Cause every dog has it's day, and you're a dog with fleas
And when your day comes, and there's no one around
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Muñoz, Don Coveny, Matthew Hughes, Voya Milutinovic
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