Keep the mouth running in endless cycles.
You will be broken before you know what hit you.
Consider yourself destroyed now.
Theres no possible way your winning this one.
Bring numbers, All I need is myself.
Tell your assembly line of minions to get ready for the stab wounds.
to get ready for the stab wounds.
Heres my voice to say thanks for the lack of chance
and forcing me to sing "Trophy Scars" to sleep.
Your carrying on,
Turning everyone against me.
When Ive been fucked over more times than I can count.
Im not letting this happen anymore.
This lesson needs to be learnt.
And Im the one thats teaching.
Even though I would never hurt you before.
I need you to Mark my words...
Soon You'll meet your doom