Day 10. The Smooth Hypocrite.
You make the first blow,
One after another, Isn't that how it goes?
Take your heart off your sleeve,
Rip open your chest and put it back in.
Perhaps that is why you could not feel.
A cold hearted son of a bitch would have been a better compliment.
Willing to put yourself out again and again.
To say the least you hit me first.
You're a smooth hypocrite,
To say what you said,
And then do what you did.
I procrastinated the fight back but It's time it came forth.
I brought up the army against you and your kind.
It's called logic, you should check us out sometime.
You fight with your words,
I'll kill you with mine.
You want a knife to the heart?
I'll give you a knife to the heart.
Then take it to your wrist, your throat, and your tongue.
Until our blood clashes to start up a spark.
The raging fires won't go out for days,
Not until one of us dies just to pay.
A chance not usually seen to come from me,
But I'm sure it's not your first,
It sure is bound to be your last.
So maybe I'm a little angry. Better to come out in words that mean nothing, then to someones face and make them feel like shit for a week and a half... right? Maybe not, it's all a matter of opinion.
One after another, Isn't that how it goes?
Take your heart off your sleeve,
Rip open your chest and put it back in.
Perhaps that is why you could not feel.
A cold hearted son of a bitch would have been a better compliment.
Willing to put yourself out again and again.
To say the least you hit me first.
You're a smooth hypocrite,
To say what you said,
And then do what you did.
I procrastinated the fight back but It's time it came forth.
I brought up the army against you and your kind.
It's called logic, you should check us out sometime.
You fight with your words,
I'll kill you with mine.
You want a knife to the heart?
I'll give you a knife to the heart.
Then take it to your wrist, your throat, and your tongue.
Until our blood clashes to start up a spark.
The raging fires won't go out for days,
Not until one of us dies just to pay.
A chance not usually seen to come from me,
But I'm sure it's not your first,
It sure is bound to be your last.
So maybe I'm a little angry. Better to come out in words that mean nothing, then to someones face and make them feel like shit for a week and a half... right? Maybe not, it's all a matter of opinion.