Tales from the Burg Emmure

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore
My palms full of sweat
Clearly you've had your revenge
For the night I spit right in your face
You will never forget and I will never forget
Every waking moment I spend wishing you were dead

Just fucking die
Just fucking die

It must have been his brand new hand pentagram
Or the fact that he fucks
Iron City girls, no condom, on the rag
Just so you know
The next time you're sucking dick
You're tasting the blood of a Pirates fan
Tell me how much lower can you go in life?

You fucking bitch

I'm so over it
I'm fucking over it
I'm so over it
I'm fucking over it
I'm so over it
I'm fucking over it
I'm so over it
I'm fucking over it