Fuck you I don’t owe you shit

Not an ounce of remorse

For the fucking lies you spit

I’m so sick of the bullshit

Sick of the facade

Sick of the image of your fucking face

For the last time take a breath

Crawl out from your tomb of perpetual sorrow

And weave your serpent tongue

Through the ears of any who will follow

I’ve spent years trapped in my head

From the shit that you did

It lingers soaked over me

Like I’m bathed in kerosene

Take it all away

Take everything

And let the hurt stay