Testo di Bad Trip

I cut my fingers so my hand won't let this fucker slip And every word it lingers, louder as I tighten grip In every dream he haunts me mocking in his ignorance How could I mistake deception and hate for innocence? Will I let it slip? Or will I take this fucker down Is it a bad trip? Are my feet still on the Every laugh shared, every thought had Every moment I want out All your bitching, all your lying I'll pull those two words out your mouth You couldn't look in my eyes When you said your goodbyes That I could take Now you're spreading your lies Eating shit with the flies No more to fake Will I let it slip? Or will I take this fucker down Is it a bad trip? Are my feet still on the ground Stop your bitching