(soon he'll be leaving)
It starts with you feeling like some kinda victum,
Start with your own sickening addiction
cut deep little fox...
keep cutting until all the doors lock.
Tight fitting, words spitting.
Skull splitting, so sickening.
Soul reaching, heart ain’t beating
Thats what you get darling...
All for believing.
But soon that man you let in will be leaving.
And again little fox, you should know wolves deceive,
Pick up the knife start cutting all right... its your form of grief.
That’s what you get for believing,
The horror hits, he’s leaving.....