You Play With Fire, You Get Cut (In The Eyes Of a Mistress)

Watch as we stomp your dome into the concrete How will you talk shit with your mouth sewn shut I don't think that you can say you know me Based on all the little things You've seen, you don't know shit If your band has something to day Come and say it to our face But be ready to back it up I think we should take this outside And finally finish this once and for all I'm so fucking sick and tired Of all these assholes wanna slander our name And think it goes unheard You're all as good as fucking dead to me Sometimes I want to carve my fucking eyes out Instead I'll take my rage out on you And when everything's dead You will know I am through Fuck you, fucking trick All I wanna do is slit your throat And ripe out your eyes Someday you will day, for everything you've done This will be the end of you