Refuse to be consumed by the lies
Drenched in deceit
Spineless easy to despise
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When will it end?
Clawing to the top
Pushed to the limit, to my breaking point
Lying to my face one too many times
Hate one seven crew, now you’re fucking through
Look me in the eyes, face up to your crimes
Clawing to the top, cast aside your friends
Kick them to the curb, no use to you anymore
No one wants you back, worthless waste of life
Stay the fuck away, don’t you think twice
this is the order I wish I could have for lunch: Seagrams 7, Patron, Rumple Mintz, Hennessey and for dessert, Jameson Irish Whiskey. I would have Martell for dinner Dumb mmmn