Forty Fathoms Kill To Live
Looks like I've found you and it wasn't that hard to find
you
This is years in the making so keep this in mind
Where there's a plan there's a message inside
I hope you hear me, you hear out
Everywhere I turn, every time I click
Your god damned face is burned into my eyelids
Let it be known that this is your end
You dirty mother f..cker you son of a bitch
I will strike you down with a hand that's mightier than
god
Now that's the talking's over, how will this go about?
Will it be slow? Will it be quick? Or shall we feed them
to the pigssss?
What makes you all think you can pick and choose
Weren't your morals decided for you?
Discover your fate. I wish it could be up to him
It's obvious there will be no wrath
This is where you break yourself
Is this your definition of sin?
