Lawsuit And Tie - The Bad Chapter

You’re the slack on a noose

A grown runner

A coward, nervous little twitch

I’d sooner slap the lips of my own mother

Before I let you make me sick

Yeah you’re a fuck without the lace

You’re a race without the chase

Keep pushing papers in my face

That I won’t sign

Yeah you said sorry way too late

And I needed somewhere to put my misplaced hate

And that’s just how I put my mind

To this last line

I’m sick of selling things I have just to eat

When’s the last time you couldn’t figure out

How to get back on your own two feet

Take notes for when

Someone tries to do to you what you did to me

So let the record show

That you took more from me than I’ve got

And everybody knows

That you’re a piece of work and I’m not

I could go my whole life without

Ever hearing your name again

You could die and I’d watch

As I lean back with this Jameson

I hope you live a painful lie

I hope the reaper creeps up on you tonight

I see what you have in mind

A new herd of sheep to misguide with lies

Fuck your shrines

Fuck you for taking what was mine

Fuck your shrines

Fuck you for taking what was mine