Eight Fingers Down. Joy Of Complication. Chocolate Covered Bullets. Zeneszám

I'm dying
The taste of poison is coated with honey
Replacing
What flows through my veins with all this hatred

Hey look at my face
Don't turn your back back on me
I'll put you in your place

Stop trying
'Cause this time I will make it on my terms
Without you
My wounds will heal
Thanks here's your knife

Hey look at my face
Don't turn your back back on me
I'll put you in your place [x5]