you tried to cut my throat
with your fucking lies
my skin is made of stone
your tongue is like blunt knife
it's killing time
they say you've got to kill the lie
before it grows
like a tumor on your back
and breaks your spine
no more words
no more words
you have said enough
my skin is made of stone
you haven't made a scratch
no more words
no more words
the time for talk has passed
you were trying to backstab me
I will stab you in your heart
looking straight in your fucking eyes
i'm not your real enemy
your own worst enemy is yourself
trapped in the prison of your body
in the weakness of your mind
gotta kill the lie
before it grows
and kills us both
it's killing time