Backstabber-Forty Fathoms

Backstabber - Forty Fathoms This is the sickest season, your darkest day We know your games and the ways that you play It's your obituary, the spit on your grave It's about that time you shook hands with your fate I will destroy you (we will destroy you) This grave was dug for two This night will be your last You're nothing but a backstabber Backstabber, backstabber You cross the line They should lock a man up for thinking thoughts like mine You called yourself the savior of the scene But we paved the ground you walk on There are no bridges left to burn (left to burn) This time you better f**king learn (better f**king learn) You are sicker than the plague you spread Get back to the hole you crawled out of (you wont get away) [x2] When will you see you are done f**king with me Said it once said it twice revenge is my name It's a thin line that lies between infamy and fame