I bet you want me dead
I bet you'd rather see me with dirt above
My head
I bet you tell everyone you meet
That you taught me everything i know
That's not the way that the story goes
So keep on swinging, keep your bullshit
Coming
And i promsie you that i will hit the
Ground running
Towards your family, your friends
And everything you ever loved
I swear to you, you won't be sorry enough
Go get your matches
Yeah go get your kerosene
Keep spilling bullshit about thing you
Don't mean
And the filth that you spit through the
Cracks in your teeth
It's more disgusting than the crust on
Your sleeve
I recognized this was a part of your plan
Controlling me like a puppet tied to your
Hands
You had me fooled when this had all just
Began
Keep sitting tall looking down from the
Thrown that's in your head
Tell me more about how you know who
I'm supposed to be
These bloodshot eyes keep on showing
Me that you're a disease
Go get your matches
Yeah go get your kerosene
Keep spilling bullshit about thing you
Don't mean
And the filth that you spit through the
Cracks in your teeth
It's more disgusting than the crust on
Your sleeve
Puppeteer pulling strings on everything
That you get near
I bet you'd rather see me dead
Than to have success fall on your
Head
Well I'm glad that I made myself clear
Puppeteer
Go get your matches
Yeah go get your kerosene
Keep spilling bullshit about thing you
Don't mean
And the filth that you spit through the
Cracks in your teeth
It's more disgusting than the crust on
Your sleeve
I recognized this was a part of your plan
Controlling me like a puppet tied to your
Hands
You had me fooled when this had all just
Began
Keep sitting tall looking down from the
Thrown that's in your head