MY ENEMY
(Affuso, Bolan, Hill)

But I see the loyalty has up and died

Your skeletons
My skeletons
Life is only getting shorter


Stories run in circles that have no end
I hit on luck, then you bum me out again
Scratch the surface and treat it like a broken neck

Keep the peace when face to face with the scene
My back is turned and the knife is in your hand

Your genocide
My genocide
Like is only getting shorter

You try too hard and I can tell