Scapegoat. Liar. No. More.
Now you stand there all alone, expecting something more from me.
You can never handle what you see so you point your finger because its so fucking easy.
Fall, on your own. Fall, weigh me down.
Failure. This blood is on your hands.
No, more, Im not your scape goat.
No, more, you cant keep blaming me.
Not anymore, Dead Cold.
You're beating me repeatedly into the ground which we once walked.
I can't stand who I am anymore because of you.
You lie and lie to everyone to get some sort of pity.
I know the truth, youre really worthless, little rain cloud of deceit.
This is the end. No more lies.
The truth comes for us all.