Call off the dogs
Pull back the search
I found him over here turning into dirt
This is one sick fuck we’ve got on our hands now
I gotta get my friends and get them out of town
Whoever did this was a fucking pro
Smooth, smart, complex and composed
I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O
If they knew I killed this monster, I'd be joining them in hell soon

[Chorus]
I've got this feeling in my gut I can't let go of
All signs point right to where you are, I can't control it
Now you're onto me, and if it has to be you or me
Then it sure as hell won't be me found six feet down

I confess
I confess
I confess
I stepped out of line
I recite this line
Over and over again
Did I do it for good?
Or am I just sick?
I still hear the dying question
I've got this feeling in my gut

[Chorus]

Found six feet down

Everything everyone everywhere ends, ends x4