Forty Fathoms - Shi(tty)

I can see right through you, quit being so fucking loud
İn a place where this bond shall not be broken
Youve left him all alone (abandoned)
He wont live with out you
He couldnt keep himself entertained
So ive decided i could care less

İf i end up under ground, its no problem to me ill get up claim my victory
İm taking over this town i didnt come here for this but ill 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 youd bet on
So tell me what did you expect?
İm hoping not a bullet in your neck
Keep on telling yourself that three to one are odds youd bet on
You wont wake up

İll dirty up the ground with your insides
İll make a mess of what youve become

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İts time to find out
İf the image you reflect
Can stand on this battleground