Houseguest here
And I am here to take a tour
Three knocks ten seconds and I'm busting down the door
With the screws on the end of the two by four
Gonna get wrecked head checked blood on the floor
Here to re-design here's what I'm looking for
Got a two flight straight shot walk to the morgue
Tie you down choke you out
Till your vocal cords are crawling out your mouth
The blood the blood
It's planted on your own hands
You're a fool, You're the circus entertainment
The rush the rush
Is what's keeping you significant
Thought you cleared the decks but you keep coming back to it
Pacing back-and-forth
No where to go
Isolation takes its toll
Here comes the final part where you find pity in your
Do you close your eyes
When you spike truth in your lies
Don't hold out your hand
You're the cutthroat within
The blood the blood
It's planted on your own hands
You're the fool
You're the serpent
Do you close your eyes
When you spike truth in your lies
Don't hold out your hand
You're the cutthroat within