Forty Fathoms Backstabber Lyrics

This is the sickest season, your darkest day
We know your games and the ways that you play
It's your obituary, the spit on your grave
It's about that time you shook hands with your fate
I will destroy you (we will destroy you)
This grave was dug for two
This night will be your last

You're nothing but a backstabber

Backstabber, backstabber
You cross the line
They should lock a man up for thinking thoughts like mine

You called yourself the savior of the scene But we paved the ground you walk on
There are no bridges left to burn (left to burn)
This time you better f*cking learn (better f*cking learn)
You are sicker than the plague you spread

Get back to the hole you crawled out of (you wont get
away) [x2]

When will you see you are done f*cking with me
Said it once said it twice revenge is my name
It's a thin line that lies between infamy and fame