C.U.Next.Tuesday

Every time I'm near you got that look on your face

You fucking two faced bitch

I fucking hate what you say

You little cunt I'll put you in your place

I will make you my disgrace

A mental funeral

Dead to me

Your high and mighty ways

Blasphemy

You're a fucking cunt if I ever did see one

Are you sick of me yet

I'll see you next Tuesday bitch!

The lies spew out your mouth infectiously

Your poison comes with doubt erratically

You are out of your god damn mind

Manipulation, your deadly art

Tearing lives and minds apart

The darkness you've spread will consume you whole

A fitting end for a tainted soul

You swallow lies and then predict what you've become

The severed ties can't escape what you've done

Vindictive

Malevolent

You swallow lies

And then predict what you've become

You swallow lies

You swallow lies

You swallow lies

You chose to be a victim to your shame