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Texty: Mother Of Mercy. IV: Symptoms Of Existence. Upper Hand.


You?re a liar
You?re a thief
I wanna nail you down
Take back what you took from me
Lie, cheat, steal
Do whatever you can
You?ve done it all just to gain the upper hand
Now it?s my turn
You?ll be the one that burns
You can?t justify
You can?t make it right
You can?t justify
And make it alright
I?ve waited too long
And I?ve grown tired of all the excuses
Spent too many sleepless nights struggling to decide what to do
You?re a thief
I wanna nail you down
Take back what you took from me
I can only take this for so long
You won?t admit that you were wrong
I?m gonna make you see the way things are to me
You can?t justify
You can?t make it right
You can?t justify and make it alright
Lie, cheat, steal
Do whatever you can
You?ve done it all just to get the upper hand
Now it?s my turn
You?ll be the one that burns
You don?t know what?s best for me
Who are you to decide?
We all get what we deserve
It?s just a matter of time