Double Cross

Are you living in fantasy where karma really exists?
Pathetic growls and whimper sounds and rotten smelling spit
Stand again double crossed by the ugliest of the pricks

You're a fucking decay
I will never be
Soon we'll find you kicking trash
Frozen in an alley

You're the fucking decay
It's no mystery
Soon we'll see you off yourself
Suburban obscurity

I know I won't see you again
Conspiracy was rife
I drink alone with cut to bone
And wish you'd suck my knife

Followed me like a snitch each day
Sentenced in my strife
Go fall down your darkest hole
And take your sorry life

You thought you were fucking clever
Snip our ties; you were never
All my trust: lost forever
Stand in blood; hands been severed

Electric chair