Song For The Sick

(альбом: The Kiss Of Morning - 2002)

Didn't take you long boy to stop from being a friend
I hope you hear this song boy 'cause I want your life to end
And as I lie awake now crying and bereaving
I guess you're happy somehow 'cause you made me stop believing

Die Taylor, die, you ain't no friend of mine
You're a scum-sucking shitty guy, so die Taylor, die

You stabbed me in the back, you're lower than a snake
Your brains are in your sac, you two faced fucking fake
You haven't even tried to tell me how it feels
I guess that's just your style to you it ain't no big deal

Die Taylor, die, you ain't no friend of mine
You're a scum-sucking shitty guy, so die Taylor, die

Did you ever think you'd get away with it
Your attitude just stinks, you cowardly little shit
Consider this a spell and watch where you tread
And I'll see you in hell, I'll be laughing 'cause you're dead

Die Taylor, die, you ain't no friend of mine
You're a scum-sucking shitty guy, so die Taylor, die
Die Taylor, die, you ain't no friend of mine
You're a scum-sucking shitty guy, so die Taylor, die