Danse Macabre by The Faint

Let The Poison Spill From Your Throat

by The Faint· from Danse Macabre

some people get bit from the inside/ when they talk its cold and sour/ and no, there's nothing they can do now/ they've had their way to many times/ if you glare to get what you want/ it'll become your look/ if there's dirt you got on someone/ you let it loose without a thought/ you let the poison spill/ spurt from your throat/ hiss like steam/ because the pressure is unreal/ i'm not saying that it's not/ your causing a scene/ you're wearing out that note/ you scream until its gone, gone, gone/ no government check can reverse it/ you'd need a royal eclipse of the tongue/ or is that pain that you endure now/ something you need/ well, you know how to get it/ there's no climbing up that list/ your just move down it one by one/ you hate this and this and love that it shows/ you're insecure, but that's no excuse/ just tell them they lie/ you tell them the truth/ the things you won't take are coming in groups/ the people abused the trust you had/ and now you don't want it back.