Rat in the Room

A snakes blood, runs so fucking cold
Hidden in opinions, assault in silence
Trust isn’t blind
You cut the strings that held you up

You speak words with no weight
Empty promises
And you were never there for me

Empty

I know you wish you were dead
(You were dead)
You were dead

Now I'm watching you drown
As you sink alone
Mental games are for the weak
For the weak

Now watch your mouth and how you’re speaking about me

Blood is blood
And yours runs cold
It runs cold
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Better aim, scope on your head
But I’d rather let karma kill you instead
Dead to me, bitch

Once family
No fucking sympathy
Now you’re not a part of me
Once family, now you’re not a part of me

I know you wish you were dead
(You were dead)
I know you wish you were dead
(You were dead)

Once family
Now you’re not a part of me