Blood On Your Hands

Could you keep to yourself?
You have no sense of pride
Prying for answers where you know that only lies will reside
How am I supposed to have any respect
While you constantly step where you don't belong?

People don't forget
And now they're starting to see
You pick and choose, project and shed your insecurities
No one's fallen victim to your plan
You don't have a life in your hands
Fuck

Would have only kept to yourself
But you had no sense of pride
Pried for answers where you knew that only lies would reside
I have no respect (I have no respect)
Because you constantly step where you don't belong
You

You already know what it is, LINYC
CTA motherfucker
It's called minding your business, yeah, you gotta learn
Or else you'll see how quickly that these tables can turn
And now, you're tripping 'cause you know you got it twisted again
You will pay, they will pray on your mistakes
On your mistakes

Now you have blood on your hands
You just couldn't resist, you needed every sip
I saw their starve, you have no fuckin' heart
And what the fuck did you even solve?
Nothing
You're nothing

May I burn in hell
(May I burn in hell)
If I betray my friends
(If I betray my friends)