The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut
Lyrics
In the final curtain call
You left me here with the coldest of feelings
Weight, kind, depression
Blessing the floors with the places you've stepped in
Will they ever measure up to the way you left me?
Here, on the roadside the bloodiest cadaver
Marked in your words
I'm the joke, I'm the bastard
Here wait, so I guess that you knew
That you're a selfish little whore
I'm the selfish little whore
If I had my way, I'd crush your face in the door
This is no beginning, yeah, yeah
This is the final cut, open up
This is no beginning, yeah, yeah
This is the final cut, oh, I am lost
Writer(s): Claudio Sanchez, Joshua Eppard, Michael Todd, Travis Stever
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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