Some people look at you, and feel sorry
They see your beady eyes, and a soul that is black
It's clear to see
You're a pathological liar
And your alibi was a lie, it was all just an act, and that's a fact
When you start moving your lips
I know that you're lying
So, don't tell me you need me
You're killing my time
Stop saying you're grateful
'Cause you're not, your kind is so hateful
I'll make sure I'm ready
I'll make sure that I'm ready to go
If I told me once, I told me a thousand times
It's just a matter of time, you'll screw the world inside-out
You're a sick, psychopath
You squander everything, and then laugh
You've got to know what around comes around, and around
When you start moving your lips
I know that you're lying
So, don't tell me you need me
You're killing my time
Stop saying you're grateful
'Cause you're not, your kind is so hateful
I'll make sure, I'm ready
I'll make sure that I'm ready to go
When you start moving your lips
I know that you're lying
So, don't tell me you need me
You're killing my time
Stop saying you're grateful
'Cause you're not, your kind is so hateful
I'll make sure, I'm ready
I'll make sure that I'm ready to go
Stop moving your lips
I know that you're lying (I know that you're lying)
So, don't tell me you need me
You're killing my time (You're killing my time)
Stop saying you're grateful
'Cause you're not, your kind is so hateful (Your kind is so hateful)
I'll make sure, I'm ready (So hateful, so hateful)
I'll make sure that I'm ready to go
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