Miserable ft. Vice Grip 812 Lyrics

The rotten image that you've made for yourself

Has left a lasting mark on the souls that lifted you up during the darkest days and through the sleepless nights

When the pain was too hard and there was no end in sight

Did the tear soaked shirts mean nothing

Was the embrace of understanding too cold

I Lost all my faith and trust when you turned your back on us

Cut me open and you'll find a loathing heart

Beating hatred into my veins

I curse the idea of your contentment and I'm Disgusted by the sight of your useless life

Hidden behind the façade of your "selflessness" lies an evil being.

Every move made is just another gain

At the end of day, you're only out for yourself

Did the tear soaked shirts mean nothing

Was the embrace of understanding too cold

Caught up in your selfishness

True colors slicing through the skin

You are the cancer, an untreatable illness

Patience for your deceit wearing thin

Every deed met with another sin

Sever the ties held together by greed

Bonded only by the kiss of death

Lay down in the shallow grave

Rot in loneliness from the mess you've made

Use a life as an excuse for validation

A battle you never fought or won

A struggle you never endured

A fabricated misery only projecting the insecurities of a useless

Waste of life

Scum of the earth

A fucking lowlife