the air is getting harder to breathe
you mend your life and now you bend your knees
all fingers broken and your legs are wrecked
you are an underdog to myself

you are a traitor to myself!

only to perish within your cheap minds
to realize that you all rotten inside

we sliding down in a hole deep down below
your eyes are trenched and hollow
so what the point to suffer?

oh thats right you full of [bad word] just to justify your own pride
sons of a [bad word] always think they're right

you left me bleed in a pool of my own fears
a thousand times in my life you tried to [bad word] me
but spittin blood on your own face is the fact
that all i've done to you was a [bad word] fight back