Backstabber

Forty Fathoms

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    This is the sickest season, your darkest day
    We know your games and the ways that you play
    It's your obituary, the spit on your grave
    It's about that time you shook hands with your fate
    I will destroy you (we will destroy you)
    This grave was dug for two
    This night will be your last

    You're nothing but a backstabber

    Backstabber, backstabber
    You cross the line
    They should lock a man up for thinking thoughts like mine

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    You called yourself the savior of the scene
    But we paved the ground you walk on
    There are no bridges left to burn left to burn
    This time you better fucking learn better fucking learn
    You are sicker than the plague you spread

    Get back to the hole you crawled out of you wont get away

    When will you see you are done fucking with me
    Said it once said it twice revenge is my name
    It's a thin line that lies between infamy and fame

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