Your watching eyes ain't new to me.
Nor your words of deceit.
Since day one I had you down,
Ready to dispose a mind
Comatose
Torn to shreds
Clutching to all that makes,
Makes you a man.
Shallow layer fabricated, still you pretend.
Head held too high to see the ground, its fucking close
Today its coming around, to you
Comatose
Your lies uncovered for all to see.
You're still pleading, no one believes.
This day you're unmasked.
This day you're fucking last.
Torn to shreds
Nor your words of deceit.
Since day one I had you down,
Ready to dispose a mind
Comatose
Torn to shreds
Clutching to all that makes,
Makes you a man.
Shallow layer fabricated, still you pretend.
Head held too high to see the ground, its fucking close
Today its coming around, to you
Comatose
Your lies uncovered for all to see.
You're still pleading, no one believes.
This day you're unmasked.
This day you're fucking last.
Torn to shreds
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