Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Croce
Songwriter
Hector Garcia
Songwriter
Hugo Pulido
Songwriter
David Wilke - Taylor
Songwriter
Ryan Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cody Fuentes
Producer
Nick Miller
Producer
Lyrics
It speaks Volumes in so many ways
It's the only, Fucking way!
You're a fucking filthy leech in disguise
By the end of this I'll watch you to die
It speaks Volumes in so many ways
It's the only, Fucking way!
You're a fucking filthy leech in disguise
By the end of this I'll watch you to die
I thought the point of this was to make shit work
But I know that was all in my head
I thought the point of this was the make shit work!
And now I want to see you six feet in the dirt!
Feel my hate wrap around your neck
Fuel my rage with every lie you slept
Please concentrate on everything you've wrecked for
Everyone caused by sins you have done you better run
Cause this will be the end of your life tonight
Slitting your neck for revenge for fun feels so right
It speaks Volumes in so many ways
It's the only, Fucking way!
You're a fucking filthy leech in disguise
By the end of this I'll watch you to die
It speaks Volumes in so many ways
It's the only, Fucking way!
You're a fucking filthy leech in disguise
By the end of this I'll watch you to die
But at the end of this I want you to die
Bleeding you out of such a mess
Suffocating you is way too loud
Drowning you does not satisfied
Hanging you with all the lies
I'll pull the lever myself just to watch you die
Gonna Watch Your Noose Drop!
Watch your noose drop bitch!
Bring me death!
With your head so fucking high
There's only one way down
I'll pull the lever myself motherfucker
Just to watch you die
Watch you die!
Violence, volumes
Violence, volumes
Written by: David Wilke - Taylor, Hector Garcia, Hugo Pulido, Michael Croce, Ryan Brown