Crooks from [Empty] by Regime

I smell those empty bottles
Looking back it was so clear
That shit eating grin, on your face
Wet brained from ear to ear

It's not my fault you're gone
And I don't fucking care

When I'd run my mouth
He'd put me through hell
And when I got strong enough to hit him back
He fucking killed himself

Now what the fuck do I do with that
Pretty sad I called you "Dad"
Now what the fuck do I do with that
What do I do

If crooks and pigs are a means to the end, then the sins of men will never make me bend

Now ask me what I've been "looking for"
Some peace and quiet, to find, that you died in
Everytime I caught you high you denied it

One of us had to die.

• Metal
• Metalcore
• Street Metal
• hardcore
• mosh
• Brockton