Skreamer - Bad Trip lyrics

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.






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