Can't you see you're nothing but a f*cking disease man?
Cut you out, you get back up and you plague us all again
You pass judgment without any consultation
Who are you, what gives you the right?
I should ask the same of me
You'd best to leave, if you had any f*cking clue
You're turning the screws and I think it's a scam
It feels just like Death on an Installment Plan
Were you so bold to sell your f*cking soul?
For the allusion of the power that you want to hold
Well your disease no longer stricken me
Your memory's a stain... So the f*ck stops here
Yeah I'm a f*cking freak, how 'bout you?
You're two faced just like me in whatever that you do
I can see behind your eyes and know they are empty
In the space that once was nothing there remains
Bloodwitch - The Fuck Stops Here Lyrics
Bloodwitch - The Fuck Stops Here Lyrics
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Can't you see you're nothing but a f*cking disease man?
Cut you out, you get back up and you plague us all again
You pass judgment without any consultation
Who are you, what gives you the right?
I should ask the same of me
You'd best to leave, if you had any f*cking clue
You're turning the screws and I think it's a scam
It feels just like Death on an Installment Plan
Were you so bold to sell your f*cking soul?
For the allusion of the power that you want to hold
Well your disease no longer stricken me
Your memory's a stain... So the f*ck stops here
Yeah I'm a f*cking freak, how 'bout you?
You're two faced just like me in whatever that you do
I can see behind your eyes and know they are empty
In the space that once was nothing there remains
Cut you out, you get back up and you plague us all again
You pass judgment without any consultation
Who are you, what gives you the right?
I should ask the same of me
You'd best to leave, if you had any f*cking clue
You're turning the screws and I think it's a scam
It feels just like Death on an Installment Plan
Were you so bold to sell your f*cking soul?
For the allusion of the power that you want to hold
Well your disease no longer stricken me
Your memory's a stain... So the f*ck stops here
Yeah I'm a f*cking freak, how 'bout you?
You're two faced just like me in whatever that you do
I can see behind your eyes and know they are empty
In the space that once was nothing there remains
Writer: Jason Berndt
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