Shi(tty) Lyrics

Forty Fathoms Shi(tty)

I can see right through you, quit being so f..cking loud
In a place where this bond shall not be broken
You've left him all alone (abandoned)
He won't live with out you
He couldn't keep himself entertained
So I've decided I could care less

If I end up under ground, it's no problem to me I'll
get up claim my victory
I'm taking over this town I didn't come here for this
but I'll do what needs to be done
What have I become?
My gun makes a beautiful sound when she collapses your
lungs

Keep on telling yourself that three to one are odds
you'd bet on

So tell me what did you expect?
I'm hoping not a bullet in your neck
Keep on telling yourself that three to one are odds
you'd bet on
You wont wake up

I'll dirty up the ground with your insides
I'll make a mess of what you've become

[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]

It's time to find out
If the image you reflect
Can stand on this battleground