You were way outta line when you turned it around on me again how could I not smell your lies through the smoke and arrogance but now I (owe?) so you will not get away with it again I'm dissanin those hard lies where I have reached my end Thank you for making me feel like I am guilty Making it easier to murder your sweet memory Before I go then tell me will you ever reclaim yourself to be the way I must say goodbye. you are dead to me. Thank you for making me feel like I am guilty Making it easier to murder your sweet memory suffering a hardliner leaving your just behind not dead but soon to be I'm not gonna be the one that kills you I'm gonna leave that up to you I'm gonna leave that up to you I'm gonna leave that up to you I'm gonna leave that up to you I told you so I told you so I told you so I told you so I told you so I told you so I told you so I told you so I told you suffering a hardliner leaving just your corpse behind I TOLD YOU SO
Compositores: Maynard James Keenan (James H Keenan), Brian Williams ECAD: Obra #21188635