All day long you sit around throwing
all those words, water boarding, and nerve.
You walk through the door with scissors dull as hell
and dove in the street just to rummage through the mail,
but I ain't sending you no letters.
You beat it right out, yeah, you torture the world.
You drown everyone with shitty Rock 'n' Roll,
but I ain't giving into no one.
Well don't you go now and run away from the fear
Well you didn't even listen though you ran so far,
you fell in a hole so now that's where you are.
The hole is your home and where you belong,
your head in a grave, a long, shallow grave.
You know baby, I'm gonna bury you.
credits
from Memories EP,
released December 23, 2011
Lyrics by J.C.
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