Blood Label
snake in the grass
You fucking snake in the grass
I shouldâve learned it by now
I entrusted so much in you
You backstabber
Now I know I not to count on you
You made this personal
On you
Fucking critical
On you
You made me cynical
Now I know not to count on you
Iâm paranoid to this day
Treachery is all around me
Iâm hanging in the balance
Iâve lost touch with the reality
âCus you
Fuck!
Youâre a snake in the grass
A real fucking Judas
But I can see through your mask, so donât try shit
Iâll turn the day into night
Turn talk into fight
Iâll bring the matter to light so start telling the truth!
Real lies
Turn to real crimes
You can repent what you did
Ask for forgiveness
It doesnât matter to me
The jig is up
âCus you