Lyrics
I clench my fists, blow my bones and go out willing to fight
I prepare myself for a fight, feeling the intensity in my clenched fists and bones
My clenched teeth won't let me talk
My frustration is so strong that my clenched teeth prevent me from speaking
I am prepared for any more disappointment
I am ready for potential disappointment, having faced it before
This hole you made is now empty and hate has taken hold of it
The emptiness left by someone has turned into hate, consuming me
I almost prefer it because as a scorpion
I find solace in the scorpion analogy, where the small clamps represent betrayal, but the poison is potent
Your clamps were small but your poison was too strong (Was too strong)
Questioning the identity of the person being addressed
(Who the fuck you think you're talking to?)
The speaker vows to make the other person's body symbolize their own pain
Your body will be the representation of my pain
The pain is expressed through the voices of inner demons
Your bawls will be the voices of my demons
The speaker will confront and charge the pain caused by the other person
I will charge all the pain you have caused
A warning that personal interests can be destructive
But interests will kill you
The speaker's presence will be a constant reminder and shadow for the other person
When you look up you will see my shadow
A unique quality or experience that cannot be replicated
And that shit you can't copy of my brothers
A pledge to consume any positive aspect or hope in the other person's life
We will consume any pinch of light
The other person's memory will fade, but the pain inflicted will endure
Your memory will disappear but your pain will not
Emphasizing that time has run out for the other person
Your time is fucking gone
A call for the other person to face the consequences and run
Now it's your turn to run
Reiteration of the speaker's readiness for a fight
I clench my fists
The speaker physically attacks the other person's face
I hit your face
The other person falls as a result of the attack
(You fall)
The speaker intensifies the physical confrontation by stabbing the other person's chest
I stab your chest
An expression of unfamiliar emotions triggered by witnessing the other person's self-destruction
I've never felt like this
Strong disapproval of the other person's choices
Seeing your own self-destruction
Intense dislike for the other person's voice, which haunts the speaker's thoughts
I hate your choice
The other person's voice is deeply ingrained in the speaker's mind
I hate your voice
A dismissive reaction to the other person's attempts to be heard
Your voice nailed to my mind
Reiteration that the other person's memory will fade, but the inflicted pain will persist
(Boo)
Time has run out for the other person, and they must face the consequences by running away
Your memory will disappear but your pain will not
Reinforcement that it's the other person's turn to flee
Your time is fucking gone
Repetition of the speaker's readiness for a fight, emphasizing clenched fists
Now it's your turn to run
The speaker physically attacks the other person's face again
(Fucking run)
The other person falls once more
I clench my fists
The speaker intensifies the physical confrontation by stabbing the other person's chest again
(I clench my fists)
A final declaration as the other person succumbs to the consequences
I hit your face
The speaker emphasizes the impact on the other person's face
(Your face)
The other person falls once again as a result of the continuous attack
I stab your chest
The speaker delivers a final blow by stabbing the other person's chest
You fucking fall
The decisive outcome as the other person finally falls
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