The Taste Of Blood — Signature Tattered Rags lyrics

Lyrics

I hate to break it to you
But your crisis has come to an end
Whether you like it or not
«I'm saving every bullet for your fucking face» Here we go again
And these things always seem to happen
I hope you remember me as I remember you as dead
Fuck the hatchet
Bury the body
Fuck the hatchet
Bury you