I’ve been beating since they got my son
I don’t mind
See, the dead bitch broke my bones
Await your time
Even if you try, and multiply the beast inside your bed
I can feel the curse go worse and worse
The hate inside my head

Now you crossed my line
Wait ‘till the door gets closed
Turn away those eyes,
this is the work I chose

Suit up, take my heels
That’s how I learn
I’ve been playing this game for years
Await your time
‘Cause even if we try, and multiply the beast inside your bed
I can feel the curse go worse and worse
The hate inside my head

Now you crossed my line
Wait ‘till the door gets closed
Turn away those eyes,
this is the work I chose
Spreading the gift of a cause
I’m a knife in your box of tools
You deliver the time, and i the news

Now you crossed my line
Wait ‘till the door gets closed
Turn away those eyes,
this is the work I chose
Spreading the gift of a cause
I’m a knife in your box of tools
You deliver the time, and I deliver the news


Lyrics submitted by Mercenarie

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