Set it off

I see through bitter eyes
And the fact still remains
I read between your lies
You got beat at your own game
Take a trip with me
For soon I will sin
Without one regret
The pain will begin

As the knife got deeper
I won't go without a fight
But you know the price you'll pay
That price is with your life
Suffering and pain like nothing in your past
I walk the walk,
And my path will be your last

I see through bitter eyes
And the fact still remains
I read between your lies
You got beat at your own game
Take a trip with me
For soon I will sin
Without one regret
The pain will begin

As the knife got deeper
I won't go without a fight
But you know the price you'll pay
That price is with your life
Suffering and pain like nothing in your past
I walk the walk,
And my path will be your last
Path will be your fucking last

Set it off

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): FRED CRICIEN, JORGE GUERRA, MATTHEW HENDERSON, VINCENT CAPPUCCIO, WILLIAM SHEPLER