A fistful of fear in my hands A bullet of betrayal in my brain No progress comes from pleasure We smile in ignorance and learn in pain Willful deceit was your plan Desperately avoid the blame Who will you answer to now? Sharpened your shovels just to dig your grave Stand up because the ground is in your way I wont give you any peace! Yet still you talk Try to fight but I will watch you fall This is a sweet revenge And karmas a bitch You glutton for punishment What did you expect? Sick, sick, sick Im sick of being your martyr Your inflated ego is just dead weight Bask in all the eyes upon you Before you know it theyll have turned away Stand up as the whole world turns away I wont give you any peace Wait and see Cry yourself a lonesome creek Your decaying corpse can feed the roots of my towering tree Wait and see Youre dead to me Yet still you speak Trying to justify what youre doing to me
sick, inflated, willful, fistful, glutton