I'm like a ghost.
I'll be living in a dirt room waiting for the day to be closer to the window.-
When You're home
I'll be standing by Your back door
Reaching for the knife in coat.
I'm going to put it to Your throat
You sweaty piggy You're a bad man.
What a fucking sad way to go.
Your mother raised You as a joke.
I should have wiped away a burden
Use the curtain in the kitchen to choke You.
You think You own me.
You should have known me.
You took the future and the food off my families's plate.
You think You'll use me,
I'm stronger than You.
You take my money, but it's useless when You see what I do
To You
Oh God, then You awoke.
You started screaming through the duct tape.
Don't ever think I'm letting you go!
I'm busy digging You a hole.
Now You'll be living in a dirt room
Breathing through the straw of Your own.
Come on.
I really think that this is fun for the money.
I'll make it comfy for the time wasted making You rich.
I wanna cover You in ants, bees and honey
Then take a picture for the cover of our album.
You think You own me.
You should have known me.
You took the future and the food off my families's plate.
You think You'll use me,
I'm stronger than You.
You take my money, but it's useless when You see what I do
To You
You think You own me.
You should have known me.
You took the future, the food off my families's plate.
You think You'll use me,
I'm stronger than You.
You take my money, but it's useless when You see what I do
To You
And now I see You, oh
Cause Your back's against the wall.
And finally You're mine.
You're mine.
You think You own me.
You should have known me.
You took the future and the food off my families's plate.
You think You'll use me,
I'm stronger than You.
You take my money, but it's useless when You see what I do
To You
I really think that this is fun for the money.
We'll make it comfy for the time wasted making You rich.
I wanna cover You in ants, bees and honey
Then take a picture for the cover of our album.
Writer(s): Justin Furstenfeld
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