Tear Out The Heart Lyrics
4. Mess With The Best, Die Like The Rest
With throats like open graves, maybe then you'll know your place. Don't bite the hand that feeds you know you'll get our scraps. FUCK YOU. You fucking bitch. FUCK YOU. You fucking gutless bitch. The seas ran red. I watched everyone turn their heads. You better pray to god we don't cross paths again. Our only hope here is to awake and all this disappear. Your god is watching, fucking maggot. WHATEVER HELPS YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT. With throats like open graves, Maybe you'll know your place.
If you found error please correct these lyrics
If text is damaged you may return it to the last approved version
This is "Mess With The Best, Die Like The Rest" lyrics interpretation transcribed by AliveLyrics.com visitors. All rights belong to the respective authors, artists and labels. The lyrics are provided only for private study, scholarship, or research. Please consider buying related album to support Tear Out The Heart.