Rats in a Bucket Video (MV)

There's a price on your head. You sold out yourself, like you'd sell out your friends matter-of-factly and candid. Abused the people who loved you took for granted. All the red flags and warning signs flying so flagrantly and obvious in hindsight. Now I see them miles away. I won't entertain your bullshit or give you the time of day. Your love fell by the wayside. Trust like you got it for free. I don't care how long I've known you: stop f*cking talking to me. I have no time for snitches and cowards. Uproot the weeds from the flowers. It's all come down to this: a corpse's-worth of bones to pick. Cross your name off my hit list. Put you out of your misery and out of my head. Rip you off, you've become parasitic clinging for life to the minutes. Drowning rats in a bucket. All the wicked ones in time will get weeded out. The fear in the pit of your stomach hold it close like you love it. I don't owe you anything. Exchanging pleasantries with all my enemies it makes no sense to me. They're f*cking dead to me.