Absence of Truth - (S)pit

I just want to spit
On your fucking name
Get out of my head
Or I'll piss you out

You ugly shit
You got sick skin
Burn like tomorrow
Smells like tomorrow

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Hold on to what you own
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Grab your shoes we're going home

We're going home

I'm sick and tired of all this flashy shit
Give me a stick and I'm happy with it
The ground speaks to me
I'm not insane I swear it

Just believe in these words of mine
I never meant to hurt you

Yeah I did
Yes I did
Yeah I did
Shit

I just want to spit
On your fucking name
Get out of my head
Or I'll piss you out

You ugly shit
You got sick skin
Burn like tomorrow
Smells like tomorrow

Lies

Nice shoes
Nice face
Could have sworn he was married

Spit

Take my regards to the depths
Or at least tell your wife about me
Just believe in these words of mine
I never meant to hurt you

Spit

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Hold on to what you own
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Grab your shoes we're going home

Written by:
Luke Neal

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