Boiled Nails

If there’s one thing I hate, it's the feeling of being ignored

Now everyone is an enemy to push past

I knew your punk ass wouldn't last

Everything you live for will one day die

You better hope that you never fucking see me again

You're nothing more than a waste of my time

I've made it this far

I can make it anywhere without you

This is what it comes down to

Out of all the things I've seen, it's an industry of suits and cheap stabs

We bit the hand that feeds

Now we're stuck here, begging for table scraps

Everyone’s an enemy

I knew you wouldn't last

Everything you live for is still gonna fucking die