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Text: Off With Their Heads. From The Bottom. Until The Day....


There's no place I'd rather be,
Then anywhere else but here,
Just to see that I'm sick and tired of the bullshit.

I've got about six friends here that is still believe,
Don't give a fuck about anything,
Everyone else needs a lesson in what we call loyalty.

All of a sudden
What's been right in front of me,
Tonight, I'm going to something about it.

Until the day I die I fuckin' swear
I'm gonna make your life as miserable as mine.