Taste The Dirt

It's the way that you love your reflection It's your voice and your choice of inflections It's the way that you bat your eyes knowing you've lied It's the way you were barely affected There ain't much left to say to you End of the pay-per-view My final words I hope you get what you deserve And you taste the dirt Oh, what you deserve And I hope it hurts It's the way that you cry in the bathroom Spilling out all your tears in the sink It's the way that your every move gets approved By your friends and the way that they think But they never asked And you never told And I hope you heard I hope you get what you deserve And you taste the dirt Oh, what you deserve And I hope it hurts It's gonna spin back around It's gonna sniff you out and hunt you down Chew you up and spit you out Put you six feet in the ground It's gonna spin back around It's gonna sniff you out and hunt you down It's gonna chew you up and spit you out It's gonna put you six feet in the ground And that's what you deserve When you taste the dirt Oh, what you deserve And I hope it hurts