Eisel - Price

I swear every time I look up in the mirror
I see writing on the glass oh,
Thank you, dear, I
I stopped checking them just purely out of fear
I see writing on the glass oh,
Fuck you, dear
I shaped up a bit but not enough to matter
You served up a cold dish of blood splatter
I shaped up a bit but not enough to matter
You served up a cold dish of blood splatter
You want me fuckin' dead
Put a price up on my head
Put a price up on my head
Is that a a a a a all
You want me fuckin' dead
Put a price up on my head
Put a price up on my head
Is that a a a a a all
Is that a a a a a all?

Written by:
Colton Eisel

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