Distrust³ - Forgotten Tomb

Distrust

Empty words, broken promises

Misleading eyes, a traitors' smile

Your fruitless crime

Swinging from a rope

At the gallows of belief

Watching while you turn and run

Another maggot comes undone

The more I grow old

The more I get wary of

Your sickening kind

When I disappear

You should know the reason why

Look at the knives in my back

The more I grow old

The more I get wary of

Your sickening kind

Since I disappeared

You should know you fucked up

You’d better watch your back

Distrust

Secluded life

Dodging your lies

Standing at a crossroad

I know well where to turn

I’m making enemies by now

I learned how to survive somehow

You blossomed through mediocrity

Like rotten seeds into concrete

The more I grow old

The more I get wary of

Your sickening kind

When I disappear

You should know the reason why

Look at the knives in my back

The more I grow old

The more I get wary of

Your sickening kind

Since I disappeared

You should know you fucked up

You’d better watch your back

Pain on repeat

Hellhounds on my trail

Nowhere to be found

On seas of distrust I sail

Poker-faced when shit hits the fan

An outcome so predictable

Your foulness comes in disguise

A parasite trying to feed off my pride

I already died

But no one realized it