I’m
leaving
first
thing
in the
morning
And I’m
unsure
if I’ll
return
For I
have
so
many
scores
to settle
And a
shitload
of bridges
to burn
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m
leaving
first
thing
in the
morning
And I’m
unsure
if I’ll
return
For I
have
so
many
scores
to settle
And a
shitload
of bridges
to burn
I’m in
a bad
mood
today
So I’m
afraid
you’re
out of
luck
I haven’t
got the
patience
for this
bullshit
Now go
on, off
you fuck!
Blood
isn’t
thickerThan
being
happy
What will we do when this feud ends?
Just sit around and all be friends?
Forget the hatred and bile that’s been spilled,
And hope our relationships we can rebuild?
Well, it’s not for me,
You can count me out.
Of that there can be absolutely no doubt.
Because I will hold onto this grudge forever.
And I want nothing to do with you again whatsoever.
I wish I
could say
I was sorryI wish
I could
say I careBut I’m
actually
notAnd I
really
don’tSo to lie
would
be unfair
I
see
you
standing
up there
Before
those
huge
stained
glasses
Conjuring
up
your
scripture
Designed
to
terrify
the
masses
You
may
well
fool
some
people
Maybe
the ill
or weak
of mind
But
I’ll
be free
of you
one day
Leaving
the
bullshit
you
preach
behind
Who do you
think you are?
You malicious
little cow
This time you’ve
gone too far
Surely no one will
believe you now
I’d
rather
sit and
tear
out my
own hair
Than
waste
another
moment
hoping
you’d care
I
expected
better
from
you
I
thought
you at
least had
a backbone
I guess
you’ve
got more
to lose
than me
If
you had
to go
through
life alone
You
want
me to
express
remorse?Not
until my
revenge
has run
its course
What are you
inviting me for?
After all
this time
I was sure you
had eradicated me
From the
family line
Well, let me save
you the bother
I wouldn’t even
want to come
Not unless I’d
get two free shots
With a fucking
sawn off shot gun
Life is
just so
cruel
at timesIt
makes
me want
to shoutFor if
there is
a God
up thereWhat the
fuck is
all this
about?!
I
suppose
for your
wickedness
to seeThey
would
all need
laser eye
surgery
How long
can you
go on
writing
When
your only
inspiration
is spite?
And now
you’ve had
to start
forgiving
So that
you can
sleep
at night
What do
you want
me to sayThat I’ll
eventually
be okay?What is it
you want
me to doFall
desperately
out of love
with you?Well
neither
of these
are possibleFor
meBecause
I am nowhere
near as
methodicalAs
you