| You're wretched spewing venom
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| In every single lie that you tell
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| Feigning all emotion
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| When facing the consequence
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| Of your own personal hell
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| And there's no angel left to blame
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| When the devil on your shoulder
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| Who made you bolder
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| Is the one laughing in your face
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| What goes around comes around someday
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| And every time I think about the words you've said
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| I'm reminded just to bite my tongue instead
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| Until every last lyric's left covered in red
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| Because the taste of blood is better than the taste
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| Better than the taste of regret
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| So while you're spitting into the hurricane
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| Trying to get rid of the bitterness
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| The acid from your tongue
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| Begins to erode again
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| While you sit and reminisce
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| So deep inside your own abyss
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| There is no feeling of misery
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| Like living in history
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| When you've been so poisonous
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| Karma comes back to sink it's fangs right in your neck
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| And every time I think about the words you've said
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| I'm reminded just to bite my tongue instead
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| Until every last lyric's left covered in red
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| Because the taste of blood is better than the taste
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| Better than the taste of regret
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| Nothing can change the past, no
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| And time can't and won't unshatter the glass
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| What goes around comes around someday
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| And every time I think about the words you've said
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| I'm reminded just to bite my tongue instead
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| Until every last lyric's left covered in red
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| Because the taste of blood is better than the taste
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| Better than the taste of regret |