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Mudvayne

Lie

I'm a fish out of water
Kill me and choke on the bones
Nothing seems to matter anymore
Gotta get back to the reason
Gotta get back to the hole

Someone throw me an anchor
I've gotta drown this disease
No one seems to matter anymore
Gotta get back to the meaning
Gotta get back the score

Buy my soul so you can sell me
I don't need this, I don't need you
Trust your lies then you betray me
I don't want this, I don't want you

Up the creek with no paddle
Through the oars of a board
No one seems to care at all anymore
Gotta get back to the evening
Gotta make back something more

Let me tell you a secret
So you can tattle or leave
No one holds to their honesty anymore
Gotta get back to the stealing
Gotta get back from the whore

Buy my soul so you can sell me
I don't need this, I don't need you
Trust your lies then you betray me
I don't want this, I don't want you

I don't want you, who do you wanna be?
The summit of integrity or the bottom, the filth, the dichotomy

All these falling angels, skeletons of what they once were
Hanging in the closet for the world to see
And now they're fallen angels faced by demons on their judgment
Hanging from the gallows for us all to see

Nobody told me, nobody forewarned
Nobody told me, nobody forewarned

Buy my soul so you can sell me
I don't need this, I don't need you
Trust your lies then you betray me
I don't want this, I don't want you

Written by GRAY, CHAD L. / MARTINIE, RYAN / MCDONOUGH, MATTHEW / TRIBBETT, GREG
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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