

There's b**** here in the water as I'm slowly losing grip
'Cause your insanity, it's killing me
WHAT'S INSIDE YOU IS INHERENTLY SICK
Now that the b**** is getting darker
You drown in your true colors and just the truth remains
All that you are is a masquerade
Is it difficult to breathe
With fate wrapped around your throat?
Well, since you're sort of "hung up" at the moment
I'll write your goodbye note