District³

Distrust
Empty words, broken promises
Misleading eyes, a traitors' smile
Your fruitless crime.

Swinging from a rope
at the gallows of belief
Watching while you turn and run
Another maggot comes undone.

The more I grow old
The more I get wary of
your sickening kind
When I disappear
You should know the reason why
Look at the knives in my back.

The more I grow old
The more I get wary of
your sickening kind
Since I disappeared
You should know you fucked up
You'd better watch your back.

Distrust
Secluded life
Dodging your lies
Standing at a crossroad
I know well where to turn.

I'm making enemies by now
I learned how to survive somehow
You blossomed through mediocrity
Like rotten seeds into concrete.

The more I grow old
The more I get wary of
your sickening kind
When I disappear
You should know the reason why
Look at the knives in my back.

The more I grow old
The more I get wary of
your sickening kind
Since I disappeared
You should know you fucked up
You'd better watch your back.

Pain on repeat
Hellhounds on my trail
Nowhere to be found
On seas of distrust I sail.

Poker-faced when shit hits the fan
An outcome so predictable
Your foulness comes in disguise
A parasite trying to feed off my pride.

I already died
but no one realized it.