4.Carved Out
Hate in cold blue patience not a virtue
Blood for every sin
Hate is my weapon
Power is
A game for cowards
I smell your kind for miles i see you behind that badge
See it's a joke for me
Three years in a hole for me
Served everyday laughing at all of you
Trust is a knife in the back
Trust is a bullet through the head
You're under my skin but i can carve you out
Like a parasite i can carve you out it burns in cold blue
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