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