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Rats In A BucketThere's a price on your headYou sold out yourself like you sell out your friends Matter-of-factly and candid Appears the people who loved you took for granted All the red flags and warning signs Flying so flagrantly, obvious in hindsight Now I see them miles away I won't entertain your bullshit or give you the time of day Your love fell by the wayside Just like you got in for free I don't care how long I've known you Stop fucking talking to me I have no time for snitches and cowards Uproot the weeds from the flowers It's all come down to this A corpse's worth of bones to pick Cross your name off my hit list Put you out of your misery and out of my head Rip you off, you've become parasitic Clinging for life to the minutes Drowning rats in a bucket All the wicked ones in time will get weeded out The fear in the pit of your stomach Hold it close like you love it I don't owe you anything I don't owe you anything I don't owe you anything I don't owe you anything Exchanging pleasantries (I don't owe you anything) With all my enemies It makes no sense to me (I don't owe you anything) It makes no sense to me They're fucking dead to me (I don't owe you anything) They're fucking dead to me Cross your name off my hit list Put you out of your misery and out of my head Rip you off, you've become parasitic Clinging for life to the minutes Drowning rats in a bucket All the wicked ones in time will get weeded out The fear in the pit of your stomach Hold it close like you love it |