Forty Fathoms

Shi(tty)

Forty Fathoms


I can see right through you, quit being so fucking loud
In a place where this bond shall not be broken
You've left him all alone (abandoned)
He won't live with out you
He couldn't keep himself entertained
So I've decided I could care less

If I end up under ground, it's no problem to me I'll get up claim my victory
I'm taking over this town I didn't come here for this but I'll do what needs to be done
What have I become?
My gun makes a beautiful sound when she collapses your lungs

Keep on telling yourself that three to one are odds you'd bet on

So tell me what did you expect?
I'm hoping not a bullet in your neck
Keep on telling yourself that three to one are odds you'd bet on
You wont wake up

I'll dirty up the ground with your insides
I'll make a mess of what you've become