Signature Tattered Rags - The Taste Of Blood

I hate to break it to you

But your crisis has come to an end

Whether you like it or not

«I'm saving every bullet for your fucking face» Here we go again

And these things always seem to happen

I hope you remember me as I remember you as dead

Fuck the hatchet

Bury the body

Fuck the hatchet

Bury you