Lyrics: Nathan Paul Johnson/Marc Zellweger
Music: Brandon Joseph Gjefsen Kemp/Connor Joseph Haines/Nathan Paul Johnson/Zachary James Thomas Swafford/Griffith William Johnson/Trae Roberts
Brain dead. Force fed your reasons why
Squeeze tight. Gaslight. Let it die.
And now what you dished out
Is coming back to you
We’ll see what you’re made of
Back against the wall
From the top rope I start coming
You’re fronting a grin
Chest caving in
Bones that I’m breaking I’ll do it again
Fists punching down as you play the victim
If you think that you’re right then you’re really that dumb
Clown mother****ers like you are so easy to see
When you cry and you bitch and you scream and you plead
Like the world owes you something
Entitled to nothing
Always be shoving your
Bullshit down the throat
This bitch got jokes
I had high hopes
Two faced. Get smoked.
I see right through
Nothing left you can do
If you’re gonna be that soft, you’ll be easy to cut
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
You's a bitch and you will always be
A mirror to your face,
A prickle to your nape
There's more than one way to skin a liar
First Ill take that mouth of yours you ****ing mire
Actions dictate consequences
Look at me
I am your life sentence
I am the reason for this fear in your eyes
This life hasn't been kind to me
So now I will bestow it upon you
Keep talking and you'll find yourself matched you ****
The words you speak all day long poison the weak and rally the hive
Cut out your tongue to praise the doctrine
Sugar-coat something sanguine
All bark no bite mother****er
Try to find peace with the god you seek
Cause tonight you will finally meet him
This is morher****ing Paleface
Spitting on the track of Fox Lake
From Switzerland to ****ing Colorado whats up mother****ers