The F**k Stops Here

Can’t you see you’re nothing but a fucking disease man?

Cut you out, you get back up and you plague us all again

You pass judgment without any consultation

Who are you, what gives you the right?

I should ask the same of me

You’d best to leave, if you had any fucking clue

You’re turning the screws and I think it’s a scam

It feels just like Death on an Installment Plan

Were you so bold to sell your fucking soul?

For the allusion of the power that you want to hold

Well your disease no longer stricken me

Your memory’s a stain… So the fuck stops here

Yeah I’m a fucking freak, how ‘bout you?

You’re two faced just like me in whatever that you do

I can see behind your eyes and know they are empty

In the space that once was nothing there remains