Modus Operandi

Never let um know your secrets

Say what you feel and always mean it

The packs feasts upon the weakling

Storm the castle torch the throne take the crown I'll be king then

Listen to a nonbeliever and start believing

Blind the eye that's overseeing

Spewing truth like meals of a bulimic

Open your mouths up wide like baby birds feeding

If I was to die I know that there's some that would be happy to get the news

That why while I'm alive I'll constantly remind everyone that it will always be fuck you

I guess this is just me in my feelings lately

I'm not a frequent visitor of that place but how could you blame me