Blood On Your Hands

Could you keep to yourself?

You have no sense of pride

Prying for answers where you know that only lies will reside

How am I supposed to have any respect

While you constantly step where you don't belong?

People don't forget

And now they're starting to see

You pick and choose, project and shed your insecurities

No one's fallen victim to your plan

You don't have a life in your hands

Fuck

Would have only kept to yourself

But you had no sense of pride

Pried for answers where you knew that only lies would reside

I have no respect (I have no respect)

Because you constantly step where you don't belong

You

You already know what it is, LINYC

CTA motherfucker

It's called minding your business, yeah, you gotta learn

Or else you'll see how quickly that these tables can turn

And now, you're tripping 'cause you know you got it twisted again

You will pay, they will pray on your mistakes

On your mistakes

Now you have blood on your hands

You just couldn't resist, you needed every sip

I saw their starve, you have no fuckin' heart

And what the fuck did you even solve?

Nothing

You're nothing

May I burn in hell

(May I burn in hell)

If I betray my friends

(If I betray my friends)