Skreamer Bad Trip
I cut my fingers so my hand won't let this f..cker slip
And every word it lingers, louder as I tighten grip
In every dream he haunts me mocking in his ignorance
How could I mistake deception and hate for Innocence?
Will I let it slip?
Or will I take this f..cker down.
Is it a bad trip?
Are my feet still on the...
Every laugh shared, every thought had,
Every moment I want out
All your bitching, all your lying,
I'll pull those two words out your mouth
You couldn't look in my eyes,
When you said your goodbyes,
That I could take
Now you're spreading your lies,
Eating shit with the flies,
No more to fake
Will I let it slip?
Or will I take this f..cker down.
Is it a bad trip?
Are my feet still on the ground.
