Yeah
My God
You're quick to twist the words around
To make it seem
Like I'm a dick for trying
To do the right thing
You're better than this
Begging for bitch ass, pity party
Pitiful bullshit
Yeah, beggin' for the pitiful bullshit
So when the feeling dies
I'll be satisfied
No more drowning
In your wasted, toxic lies
Lies
Toxic lies
Are you ready to die?
Lies
Toxic lies
Are you ready to die?
I know I won't be satisfied
Till I bleed you dry
Dirt on your face
From digging your own grave
Fated, it's too late
You can't be saved
Blood on your hands
From the ones you betray
You're standing knee deep
In the shit you create
So when the feeling dies
I'll be satisfied
No more drowning
In your wasted, toxic lies
So when the feeling dies
I'll be satisfied
You'll be drowning
In your wasted, toxic life
Wasted, toxic life
And you can cross my name off your list
The bridges that you burned
The people you made sick
I know you couldn't fucking wait
To kick the dust up
If you're looking for death
Motherfucker, I'll hook it up
Yeah, are you fucking ready?
Lies
Toxic lies
Are you ready to die?
I know I won't be satisfied
Till I bleed you dry
So when the feeling dies
I'll be satisfied
No more drowning
In your wasted, toxic lies
So when the feeling dies
I'll be satisfied
No more drowning
In your wasted, toxic lies
So when the feeling dies
I'll be satisfied
You'll be drowning
In your wasted, toxic life
Wasted, toxic life
Wasted, toxic lies