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I bet you want me dead
I bet you'd rather see me with dirt above my head
I bet you tell everyone you meet
That you taught me everything I know
That's not the way that the story goes
So keep on swinging, keep your bullshit coming
And I promise you that I will hit the ground running
Towards your family, your friends
And everything you've ever loved
I swear to you, you won't be sorry enough
Go get your matches
Yeah go get your kerosene
Keep spilling bullshit about things you don't mean
And the filth that you spit through the cracks in your teeth
It's more disgusting than the crust on your sleeve
I recognized this was a part of your plan
Controlling me like a puppet tied to your hands
You had me fooled when this had all just began
Keep sitting tall looking down from the thrown that's in your head
Tell me more about how you know who I'm supposed to be
These bloodshot eyes keep on showing me that you're a disease
(A heartless being)
Go get your matches
Yeah go get your kerosene
Keep spilling bullshit about things you don't mean
And the filth that you spit through the cracks in your teeth
It's more disgusting than the crust on your sleeve
Puppeteer, pulling strings on everything that you get near
I bet you'd rather see me dead
Than to have my success fall on your head
Well I'm glad that I made myself clear
Puppeteer
Go get your matches
Yeah go get your kerosene
Keep spilling bullshit about things you don't mean
And the filth that you spit through the cracks in your teeth
It's more disgusting than the crust on your sleeve
I recognized this was a part of your plan
Controlling me like a puppet tied to your hands
You had me fooled when this had all just began
Keep sitting tall looking down from the thrown that's in your head

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