Unmaker - Drop dead

Feeding people worry with a smile on your face
Hoping mother doesn't realize you're a fucking disgrace
The smile that you fake is toothy indeed
Bitter lies full of hate, and malevolent deeds
And you can hide your mistakes in me
Look in the mirror, it won't be me that you see
'Cos it would take a life of hate to be you
A death with love to save you from yourself
Even with your fists clenched blue to the bone
With all your pride swallowed, you'll be your own when you drop dead
Second chance saloon isn't far from the truth
Population: hypocrites, killers and you
You feed on innocence and you prey on the weak
Getting high on misery
Still you hide your mistakes in me
Look in the mirror, and tell me who do you see
'Cos it would take a life of hate to be you
A death with love to save you from yourself
Even with your fists clenched blue to the bone
With all your pride swallowed, you'll be your own when you drop
A den of wolves, you'll remain
A pit of snakes, your domain
Shine up your shit, and call it gold
I'll shove that shit right up your hole
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead

Written by:
Aaron Gilbert, Jake Purcell, Oisín Murphy, Ronan Murphy, Sean Fox

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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