Lyrics: Aaron Matts
Music: Luka Garotin
My ears start to burn
I'm in your mouths again
Hope you climbed the ladder with your cardboard friends
Keep talking that shit while your jaw still works
Well **** them and **** you too
My life feels no worse
I'm starting to get the feeling you don't want me around
That's quite fine with me, cause I was faking it the whole time
I've suffered through your fake lines
Trust when I say that I
Would rather survive an acid attack and fall into a salt mine
Rumors (Kid shit)
Jealousy (Hatred)
Fake grin (Sick witch)
My time wasted
You're too old for this
Get a ****ing life, bitch
Keep that knife close when you sleep
(I'm coming for you)
You feed on attention, just to survive
Shitting on me makes you feel so alive
Can I watch as you eat up your words from the ground?
Gag on your on bile, I'll dance to the ****ing sound
Choke
Swallow your tongue
Quidnunc
Telltale
Yenta
Control alt delete me
Dispel and dismiss me
Like I ever wanted to **** with you bitches
I can't stand to look at you, not for a second
You infantile, desperate, insufferable, piece of shit
You want to hate me more than I already hate myself?
Well, good luck with that mother****er
I found my home in the the gutter
I've stooped way lower than you'll ever ****ing go
I don't need your help
To send myself back down to hell
I don't need your help
To send myself back down to hell