Fuck your. You took what you wanted and left, like locusts.
Everything I gave you, everything that we've been through.
Go, you got what you could now leave, like vultures.
Ripped apart in minutrs what was build in seven years.
The ink scarred on your back may as well of disappeared...
For as long as I remember you sold everything you owned.
But now you sold our friendship, your on your fucking own.
Sleep with one eye onen [because],
"IF I HAD IT MY WAY I'D SLIT YOUR THROAT WITH THE KNIFE YOU LEFT IN BACK."
All this shame, all this guild allt his regret that's me.
I'm inside of you.
And this is your world fucking falling apart mate from the inside out.
Everything will fall apart at your feet - you go hell to pay.
And you better fucking bow down to me.
You better beg for mercy.
Get on your fucking knees, and cry me a fucking river.
Writer(s): Oliver Scott Sykes, Lee David Malia, Curtis Paul Lee Ward, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls
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