Thank You, Again (feat. Phil Bozeman)

I don't feel a fucking thing

Spit on the ground where I buried the dream you stole from me

Think I might stay, end things my way

Taking the time spilling gasoline

Strike this match and redeem yourself

Transcend in the flames, bitch

Eat each other alive

Test the will to survive

Born

Filth of the world

Perpetual hate that struggles to breathe

I'm tortured by the thought of your face

A bite-off and fake

Hung by a thread facing the demon's head

So I can thank you again

Thank you again for the lie that you live

Thank you again for your moment of fame

Polished

Beacon of shit

Bludgeoned ideals

And fucked until there's nothing left

Bitterness takes a turn for the worse

Your power wanes beneath us

Patiently, I hold the end of the line

Tension from the struggle between

I take my time

Rip out what's inside

Sent from death to make your exit

Sent from the darkness, holding you high

I take my time

Bitterness takes a turn for the worse

I've come to show you how

Fidgeting underneath the will of malice

Sanctity for the truest form of violence

Proverb for a vengeful mind

Sanctity for the truest form of hate

The end of the world