Soft Touch Mechanism - Ingrate Lyrics

Anger pulls me under to a place with no composure
With a lock on my compaction and a key to my exemption
And there's always a f*cking problem
So they drag me to the bottom
I don't hear or see the evil
But I speak it
Your soul is mine to steal
F*cker
F*ck you
Prescription keeps me going
While your body is slowly dyeing
I don't want to expose your insides
But I have to
This is no time for goodbye
F*cker
F*ck you
As I reminisce on all the things that I'll miss
I realize now that this pain exists
If the problem is me and what I've been though
Then the only one that should be gone is you
As I wrap my hands around your throat
I'll find myself a new host
As I turn your spirit into a ghost
I'll send you to a fate that you provoked
You don't know the best part of life (Ingrate)
You don't know the best part of life (Ingrate)
You don't know the best part of life (Ingrate)
You don't know the best part of life (Ingrate)
Ingrate
Ingrate
Ingrate
Ingrate