You know what? I heard something not long ago
And now it echoes, it bothers me
It makes me sick, it proves your filth
I know your secrets
You aren't a model for a demon
Mend your wounds, your lies are bleeding
Convince someone else
Of your shoveled in confidence
Buried away, but I know, and if I had my way
A thousand eyes would witness
You point your finger at me
With one foot in your grave, liar