"Surrounded By Pain" lyrics

"Surrounded By Pain"

Come on!

I won't pretend to get it and my sense of vengeance won't let it find a way through my grip
I feel the flames beneath where my sins release me
Stripping down my patience

You crawl through my skin
Surrounded by pain
(Surrounded by pain)
But now I'm cutting you out
You're not the one to find peace here
Pray for the day that I'll be tearing away
Every piece of your frame
You will suffer the ghost of me
I want more

You're so copacetic with your rhyme and reason dead set in
It all falls away
I feel the flames beneath
Let my sins release me straight through your face

You crawl through my skin
Surrounded by pain
(Surrounded by pain)
Now I'm cutting you out

You're not the one to find peace here
Pray for the day that I'll be tearing away every piece of your frame
You will suffer the ghost of me
I'll take everything

Before I put my foot through your world
Take a second to breathe
Fuck the remittance
Blink and you miss it

In all forms will come vengeance
And today it will look like me
It looks like me motherfucker

(I won't pretend to get it)
(You're so copacetic)
(I won't pretend to get it)
My sense of vengeance won't shut the fuck up


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