Charlie Wilson
Stomp (You Out)
Your excuses run out along with my patience
Nothing to lose with an ever stained conscience
You'll always fucking win in a race to the grave
I'll rest beside your tombstone just for the shade
I'll open you up like a book
Finally see what's on the inside
Blank pages drenched in blood
Fall apart as I remove the spine
(Erase both sides of you)
Dirt will ensure your soul is consumed
As I tear you in two
Pushed to the brink
Force my hand
Face in the dirt
Stomp you out
Falling stone crushеs your bone
Exiled from your self appointеd throne
Fall so far you can't see the bottom
Joining your kind, the dead and forgotten
The dead and forgotten