they claim to be your friend a blackened wick is all that remains when the verdict has been sent
with no legs left to stand on no truth to call your own like a tired soldier slowly dying the gun that fired the shot was your own
now i see you lying in the bed you chose to make backstabber hows it feel now to live the life i've always known was fake
trying harder just to realize what the hell was goin on i saw you in the shadows dont you know im strong?
ive got my own intuitions ive got my own beliefs and when you try to toy with nature youll be falling with the leaves
and now its all beginning sail the ship you chose to build you wont see me crying washed my hands clean and now i see you lying in the bed you chose to make backstabber hows it feel now to live the life that ive always known was fake
Mad Caddies Nobody Wins At The Laundromat