the perfect perpetrator
the perfect perpetrator

MASC - the perfect perpetrator Lyrics

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the perfect perpetrator Lyrics

I ran away from you last night
You tried to kill me with your dull knife
What more do I have to say?
The smell of meat, damaged forklift
The house burned down, I went with it
I'm done playing sick and twisted games
And I know you wrapped me in
With your manipulative grin
Drawn on so perfectly
By a guy with big hair and lots of money
Millions of views, look at what it's done to you
Drew up the perfect perpetrator
And that perpetrator's dead
But not in my head
He's alive, so alive, and he's killing me
Paint your face, sharpen your blade
Your time is only 3 months away
Take over my feed, haunt me
Cook some burgers that I'll bury with the memories
Paint your face, sharpen your blade
Your time is only 3 months away
Take over my feed, haunt me
Cook some burgers that I'll bury with the memories
I ran away from you last night
You tried to kill me with your dull knife
What more do I have to say?
The smell of meat, damaged forklift
The house burned down, I went with it
I'm done playing sick and twisted games

I ran away from you last night
You tried to kill me with your dull knife
What more do I have to say?
The smell of meat, damaged forklift
The house burned down, I went with it
I'm done playing sick and twisted games
And I know you wrapped me in
With your manipulative grin
Drawn on so perfectly
By a guy with big hair and lots of money
Millions of views, look at what it's done to you
Drew up the perfect perpetrator
And that perpetrator's dead
But not in my head
He's alive, so alive, and he's killing me
Paint your face, sharpen your blade
Your time is only 3 months away
Take over my feed, haunt me
Cook some burgers that I'll bury with the memories
Paint your face, sharpen your blade
Your time is only 3 months away
Take over my feed, haunt me
Cook some burgers that I'll bury with the memories
I ran away from you last night
You tried to kill me with your dull knife
What more do I have to say?
The smell of meat, damaged forklift
The house burned down, I went with it
I'm done playing sick and twisted games

Writer(s): MASC Music
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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