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You said you're going under
You're barely hanging on.
Knuckles bruised, there's no excuse
Claiming that you're done
So fucking selfish
So it had to be
Couldn't take the pressure
Now you're down onto your knees

Running your mouth, what ya talkin 'bout, take a rest honey
This bullet's got plenty of room for me to carve out your name
An early grave, a stone with your name,

This lack of direction
Got you grasping at straws
Black and white, the great divide
It's got you screaming for your cause
So fucking selfish
So it had to be
Couldn't take the pressure
Now you're down onto your knees

Running your mouth, what ya talkin 'bout, take a rest honey
This bullet's got plenty of room for me to carve out a name
An early grave, a stone with your name, it would be a shame, honey

And when at my trial
It's decided
To hang me for my crime
Know you owe me
For the output
Of the evil in your minds

Running your mouth, what ya talkin 'bout, take a rest honey
This bullet's got plenty of room for me to carve out your name
An early grave, a stone with your name, it would be a shame, honey

And when at my trial
It's decided
To hang me for my crime
Know you owe me
For the output
Of the evil in your mind

And when at my trial
It's decided
To hang me for my crime
Know you owe me
For the output
Of the evil in your mind

At my trial
It's decided
To hang me for my crimes
Know you owe me
For the output
Of the evil your mind

Your mind
Your mind
The evil in you

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