Parting clouds of black
The sky opened up, pulled you away from me
You never came back
No one came back
Staring down at the grave, maybe I should join
On second thought maybe I should fucking make them
Pay for all the misery
Broken again
So much for to the fucking end
How could I predict
The knife in my back would come from my own friends?

What the fuck

Under curtain of deceit
Satan in the wait
Stolen time, soul and grief
Someone's gotta pay
Who's it gonna be?
(Who's it gonna be?)
(Who's it gonna be?)
(Who's it gonna fucking be?)

Under curtain of deceit
Plotting my defeat
Torn apart, shattered dream
Someone's gotta pay
Who's it gonna be?

Fuck your sorry
Empty, fabricate stories
Ignorant selfish lies
Robbing the tears from falling
This one's for the man up high

Drag the knife across your neck
Spill it all
Pay for the misery
Drag the knife across your neck
Spill it all
Pay for the misery
Drag the knife across your neck
Spill it all
Pay for the misery
Misery