Skreamer - Bad Trip lyrics

I cut my fingers so my hand won't let this f**er slip And every word it lingers, louder as I tighten grip In every dream he haunts me mocking in his ignorance How could I mistake deception and hate for Innocence? Will I let it slip? Or will I take this f**er down. Is it a bad trip? Are my feet still on the... Every laugh shared, every thought had, every moment I want out All your b**hing, all your lying, I'll pull those two words out your mouth You couldn't look in my eyes, when you said your goodbyes, that I could take Now you're spreading your lies, eating sh** with the flies, no more to fake Will I let it slip? Or will I take this f**er down. Is it a bad trip? Are my feet still on the ground. STOP YOUR b*tchING