Il testo della 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