Forty Fathoms

Forty Fathoms - Shi(tty) lyrics

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I can see right through you, quit being so fucking loud
In a place where this bond shall not be broken 
You've left him all alone (abandoned) 
He won't live with out you
He couldn't keep himself entertained
So I've decided I could care less
 
If I end up under ground, it's no problem to me I'll 
get up claim my victory
I'm taking over this town I didn't come here for this 
but I'll do what needs to be done
What have I become?
My gun makes a beautiful sound when she collapses your 
lungs
 
Keep on telling yourself that three to one are odds 
you'd bet on
 
So tell me what did you expect?
I'm hoping not a bullet in your neck
Keep on telling yourself that three to one are odds 
you'd bet on
You wont wake up
 
I'll dirty up the ground with your insides
I'll make a mess of what you've become
 
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
 
It's time to find out 
If the image you reflect 
Can stand on this battleground
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Language: English

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