Salt the Wound

You think that you can be here* And take what you want. No carnal repercussions. Will come your way. Think again. This will not go unpunished. Your sentence will fit your crime. With my hands I will rip out your guts. I will hang you from the ceiling

This is all a lie reaching in the dark. I never tried but this isn't me. My head is killing me. What drugs do i take to make them go away. And if i ingest these pills, what demons will awake in me. I won't be sticking around. I'm high as hell i won't

I've she'd these tears a hundred times. The bottles are broken, my well runs dry. All these painful words make this much harder. You have no place here, I've left and so should you, should you. These chains that bound me from this place. Tonight is t

And when this song gets played we get fuckin' paid. So keep the music blasting. We'll make it rain. I'm headed to the sun on my own G6 plane. I'm taking this shit straight to the bank. There would be no way I would not wear Gucci. I guess I might wea