You Play With Fire, You Get Cut

Watch as we stomp your dome into the concrete

How will you talk shit with your mouth sewn shut

I don't think that you can say you know me

Based on all the little things

You've seen, you don't know shit

If your band has something to day

Come and say it to our face

But be ready to back it up

I think we should take this outside

And finally finish this once and for all

I'm so fucking sick and tired

Of all these assholes wanna slander our name

And think it goes unheard

You're all as good as fucking dead to me

Sometimes I want to carve my fucking eyes out

Instead I'll take my rage out on you

And when everything's dead

You will know I am through

Fuck you, fucking trick

All I wanna do is slit your throat

And ripe out your eyes

Someday you will day, for everything you've done

This will be the end of you