Nuns With Guns - Off With His Head

I guess it makes you a saint
you never do no wrong
You're a fucking plague
Your precious love for things
That make you feel alive
You're burning everything

A curse to everything you touch
A virus to our lives
You fucking loser
Sit back and watch us take
Everything you love

Die
Stop breathing all the air
Die
Do something good for once

Nothing as sad as you
Just look at reflections
Nothing as sad as you
You fucking addict
Nothing as sad as you
Just look at reflections
Kill yourself for us all

The time has finally come for you to meet the maker
I'll drag your name through shit when your gone
I smell the stench from all of your bullshit
Your face can't hide the lies

A curse to everything you touch
A virus to our lives
You fucking loser
Sit back and watch us take
Everything you love

Die
Stop breathing all the air
Die
Do something good for once

Nothing as sad as you
Just look at reflections
Nothing as sad as you
You fucking addict
Nothing as sad as you
Just look at reflections
Kill yourself for us all

There's nothing sadder than you in the world
There's nothing sadder than you
There's nothing sadder than you

Written by:
Cody McKinney

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