Letras

Buried under metal and oil, I rot
Imprisoned
Impassioned
I don't mean to interrupt
Oh, yes I do
Oh, yes I do
I want to fucking kill you
With a smile on my face
I drive my knife
Into your gears
And rip our all of your circuitry
Fuck you
Backstab your family if you have to
Forge your own narrative to cling to
The weakest of the bunch is not your scapegoat
Gifting you a knife for you to deep throat
Backstab your family if you have to
Forge your own narrative to cling to
The weakest of the bunch is not your scapegoat
Gifting you a knife for you to deep throat
Written by: Canaan Long, Cory Swope
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