Lyric Avarice

Here s the sucker punch
Your mind is out to lunch
In everything you do, your poison attitude
Takes your breath away
Blackens everyday
There s nothing left to lose
Cos I m sick of you

I M RUNNING THROUGH
BLACK STREETS AT NIGHT, WITH NOTHING AHEAD OF ME
THINKING OF YOU, BEATEN BLACK AND BLUE
YOU RE WAITING TO GREET ME WITH YOUR AVARICE

Here s the new excuse
Your soul has blown a fuse
And everywhere you look
The libertys you took
You stop and look at me, hate the things you see
There s nothing left to lose
Yeah I m sick of youI M RUNNING THROUGH
BLACK STREETS AT NIGHT, WITH NOTHING AHEAD OF ME
THINKING OF YOU, BEATEN BLACK AND BLUE
YOU RE WAITING TO GREET ME WITH YOUR AVARICE

Here s the new excuse