2x4 Lyrics

Houseguest here

And I am here to take a tour

Three knocks ten seconds and I'm busting down the door

With the screws on the end of the two by four

Gonna get wrecked head checked blood on the floor

Here to re-design here's what I'm looking for

Got a two flight straight shot walk to the morgue

Tie you down choke you out

Till your vocal cords are crawling out your mouth

The blood the blood

It's planted on your own hands

You're a fool, You're the circus entertainment

The rush the rush

Is what's keeping you significant

Thought you cleared the decks but you keep coming back to it

Pacing back-and-forth

No where to go

Isolation takes its toll

Here comes the final part where you find pity in your

Do you close your eyes

When you spike truth in your lies

Don't hold out your hand

You're the cutthroat within

The blood the blood

It's planted on your own hands

You're the fool

You're the serpent

Do you close your eyes

When you spike truth in your lies

Don't hold out your hand

You're the cutthroat within