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When someone becomes nothing to anyone

Whilst feelings have died anyone would know it

They set out sticks and stones, they say they crossed my bones

I say I don’t get mad I get even before they do

Spoils go to the victor

I’m dead on time

Your time is going to come

One day I’ll dance on your graves

Even if you’re buried at sea

Till then, till when I exact my revenge

I’ll tell them you’re dead to me

Were all just trying to hold on to innocence

Youd think they’d notice what were trying to do

These wounds are invisible, underneath the dirt I still see the scars

But then when things got bad we spread our wings and fly away

You’ll take all your riches

In the back of a hearse

Your time is going to come

One day I’ll dance on your graves

Even if you’re buried at sea

Till then, till when I exact my revenge

I’ll tell them you’re dead to me

One day I’ll dance on your grave

Even if you’re buried at sea

Till then, till when I exact my revenge

One day I’ll dance on your graves

Even if you’re buried at sea

Till then, till when I exact my revenge

I’ll tell them you’re dead to me