You know what?
I heard something, not long ago
And now it echoes
It bothers me
It makes me sick
It proves your filth I know your secrets
You aren't a model for a demon
Mend your wounds
Your lies are bleeding
Convince someone else of your shoveled in confidence
Buried away, but i know
And if i had my way, a thousand eyes would witness
You point your finger at me with one foot in your grave
Liar