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The Extortionist

Icarus The Owl

Next time I spill my guts, you will know it
And there is not a damn thing you can do about it
I've poured my soul into the hands of scheming liars
And watched them crumble it all up in their fingers
I hope you burn in hell for what you've done
Only money mattered to you and never us
You've taken the only thing that mattered to me
Bound its ankles and threw it asea
Next time I spill my guts, you will know it
And there is not a damn thing you can do about it
I've poured my soul into the hands of scheming liars
And watched them crumble it all up in their fingers
I'm waiting for my chance to come back to shore
And flood the city that has cast me aside
(You'll all be underwater)
The day has come and we're all ecstatic to see our children
That we birthed and raised
But an evil man came and swiped up all our young ones
And he laughed and got paid
Next time I spill my guts, you will know it
And there is not a damn thing you can do about it
I've poured my soul into the hands of scheming liars
And watched them crumble it all up in their fingers
Are you waiting for my soul to break
'Til you cash in on your game of theft?
I hope you someone catches on to you
And puts your back behind bars
Burn in hell






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