Lyrics

Can I get some fucking peace and quiet? If I could get away from all of the noise There's a fire in my head, been here chosen Let's say this is my way of killing the perversion Hear what I say Fuck Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Hey, sorry I was late Busy killing all your traits Now I'm just a comeback stuck in a stutter Knock, knock, open up, motherfucker Is resentment a clean slate for the discontent? Is resentment the only thing helping me through the torment? Take a look at me, look at what you've done and see That all I hear are shrieks when the banshee speaks You never even blinked, so don't even think I'm not paying attention You fucked up the lesson Take a look at me, look at what you've done and see That all I hear are shrieks when I hear you speak You never really cared, don't act like it's fair Say it, say it I'm overreacting, maybe, maybe But who taught me that? Say it, say it, I'm overreacting But maybe, maybe, I'm over your bullshit I was late busy killing everything Now I'm just a comeback stuck in a stutter Fuck off! Think you fucking know me? You know nothing You think you fucking own me? For all the times you ruined me Drop-dead
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Griffin Taylor, Cole Espeland, Connor Grodzicki, Jeremiah Pugh, Simon Crahan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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