Racing Against Guts

Who's right? Who's wrong?

We'll see in time the lyrical meaning of this song.

Pissed off, confound.

I'll show you who's getting hurt this time around.

 

Hatred, disgust.

Pure putrid toxins filling up past lust.

You hadn't seen it, you weren't meant to believe it.

Now, I don't.

 

Pissed off, confound.

I'll show you who's getting hurt this time around.

Hatred, disgust.

Pure putrid toxins filling up past lust.

 

Running from the truth won't save you.

Racing against me will only set full blame on you.

You're fucked. Stuck here now.

Good luck getting out of this town.

 

Hatred, disgust.

Pure putrid toxins filling up past lust.

You hadn't seen it, you weren't meant to believe it.

Now, I don't.

 

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