Lyrics Distrust³ - Forgotten Tomb

Distrust³

Distrust
Empty words, broken promises
Misleading eyes, a traitors' smile
Your fruitless crime
Swinging from a rope
At the gallows of belief
Watching while you turn and run
Another maggot comes undone
The more I grow old
The more I get wary of
Your sickening kind
When I disappear
You should know the reason why
Look at the knives in my back
The more I grow old
The more I get wary of
Your sickening kind
Since I disappeared
You should know you fucked up
You’d better watch your back
Distrust
Secluded life
Dodging your lies
Standing at a crossroad
I know well where to turn
I’m making enemies by now
I learned how to survive somehow
You blossomed through mediocrity
Like rotten seeds into concrete
The more I grow old
The more I get wary of
Your sickening kind
When I disappear
You should know the reason why
Look at the knives in my back
The more I grow old
The more I get wary of
Your sickening kind
Since I disappeared
You should know you fucked up
You’d better watch your back
Pain on repeat
Hellhounds on my trail
Nowhere to be found
On seas of distrust I sail
Poker-faced when shit hits the fan
An outcome so predictable
Your foulness comes in disguise
A parasite trying to feed off my pride
I already died
But no one realized it