[?] who you fucking with (hypocrite)

Fucking look at me

[?]

Muzzle [?]

You say what you wanna say

Try to read my pack

Is that where we at? (?)

Looking down [?]

Barely half alive (?)

You live a stolen life

Good thing that I've got mine

Stay the fuck away

I caught you slipping and I couldn't [alarm?]

And I thank god every day

I thank god every single day

That you are gone

There's never enough that everyone wants a piece

Trying to get back what you took from me

I hear you talking shit with the [?] empty

You know I want it, do not tempt me

Stop me, I'd like to see you try (fuck)

Let go all of the hate that [side?]

[?] with a heart [?]

There's a firing squad in the place of [?]

So what else do you plan to take from me

You stole the air from my lungs

My right to breathe

The table's turned so [?]

We are engulfed in flames, we're godless

And I can cry a thousand fucking times

I will always return to collect your head

Now down the front door of burning house

The choice was mine to make

And now there's no way out

(I'm not scared of you, bitch!)

I am the roots of your living hell

I am the muzzle on your mouth when you're calling for help

I will be the answer when you're clenching your [?]

[?] close your eyes, go to sleep

I [brought?] my fist and I place my [teeth?]

[? think of me] what you took from me

I watched the roots come back to life

I am the dog, hostility personified