Hiding from the cops again
Pull out that ghost gloc
Hoping we're not caught again
Sleep one eye open
I feel your fear
It's tying me in knots
Now we're rotting in this bed for too, too bad you said
There's only room for one
Exposing the gun
Now we've gotta choose
Who's going to hell
We play paper, scissors, rock
I let you win, that's how it's always been
Make me obsolete again
I remember all my sins
Have you forgot
Now you rot in our bed
Smell me rancid underneath, filled with all your pride
Seeping out
Hide there in that bed
I hope you smell me festering
All for you
I gave myself all for you