Grace-period Lyrics

I remember you
Always sniffing out your clues
The epicenter of my blues

All the time you waste
All the bitterness you taste
While I'm laughing in your face

That's it, it's on, this super villain’s gonna have his
day
And when it's done, you'll watch as everything turns out okay
You're too far gone to even understand the things you say
And when you're gone, we'll all say

No one needs to be replaced
Man oh man, what a f*cking waste
Your goose is cooked. How's it f*cking taste?
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