The Count

Underneath all the compliments There's a motive to take it all away You've taken lives and you buried your regret Make em think your some kind of Saint I see through it all You have got to be kidding me You lie to much and it doesn't make sense We see the guilt washing over you Everyone is starting to see Just what you put us through One foot in the grave You've made your bed so lie in that Don't blink for a second There's no turning back Realize that it's all gone No having it back The grave your digging is getting really deep Your on the verge of being a rumor nothing but a faded memory We burn these bridges cause we know how to swim