Forty Fathoms - Backstabber | Текст песни

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• Forty Fathoms
• Backstabber

this is the sickest season, your darkest day

we know your games and the ways that you play

its your obituary, the spit on your grave

its about that time you shook hands with your fate

i will destroy you (we will destroy you)

this grave was dug for two

this night will be your last

youre nothing but a backstabber

you cross the line, they should lock a man up for thinking thoughts like mine

you called yourself the savior of the scene,

but we paved the ground you walk on

there are no bridges left to burn(left to burn)

this time you better fucking learn(better fucking learn)

you are sicker than the plague you spread

get back to the hole you crawled out of (you wont get away)

when will you see, you are done fucking with me

said it once said it twice revenge is my name its a thin line that lies between infamy and fame

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