I see you,
You know,
For what you are
A puppeteer
Pulling strings from afar
Thinking your little tricks
I won’t dare to mention
When all you’re doing
Is drawing my attention
To the fact
That you’re a cunt
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I see you,
You know,
For what you are
A puppeteer
Pulling strings from afar
Thinking your little tricks
I won’t dare to mention
When all you’re doing
Is drawing my attention
To the fact
That you’re a cunt