One more time for the people in the back
One more time for the snakes in the fucking grass
You consider me a cold and calloused iconoclast
But to tell you the truth, I pray you never cross my path
Here we go
I would fucking die for the things I believe in
But can you look me in the eyes and say the same damn thing
You live and die by your diatribes
Your bullshit goes on and on and on
I hope it hurts like chewing glass
Down with the vipеrs & rats
I have seen the end of anothеr life
You don’t get to get away with murder
We can’t co-exist
Suffer the silence of the ones you love
Your future is futile, lying face down
In the fucking dirt
Fuck around & find out
One more time for the people in the back
One more time for the snakes in the fucking grass
One more time
One more time for the people in the back
One more time for the snakes in the grass
You don’t know my fucking past
You consider me a cold and calloused iconoclast
But to tell you the truth
We’re all just psychopaths
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