I look down and all I see is regret.
My fingers are numb. This quota can never be met.
A one, two coalition of doubt in my head.
It's like it's my house but all the occupants are dead.
I'll kill you before you stand on my toes again.
You better tread softly cos' I'm not giving in.
I'll kill you before you stand on my toes again.
And I'm not joking, not willing, not ready to give what's left to you.
You bit first but now I'm biting back.
And I'll be careful not to eat myself and make myself go mad.
You've devoured some of my best friends.
Time for payback.
I'm gonna drink until I don't know what way I am.
You're flogging a dead horse to a dead man.