Cutthroat Friends
Christopher Hughes, Hero Fancett
Spit your venom as if you know the score.
As though you and your words worth their weight in gold.
Your thoughts are toxic, friend, but I've got the cure.
Got the scratch for the itch.
Got the antidote.
Say those words again.
Impart your wisdom on me.
We are cutthroat friends.
Am I the only one who sees?
Bleed me dry with mud in your eyes.
It's a battle cry for the victim inside.
Too sick for your wounds to be licked.
You've got to, shut it down.
Cut it out.
Make it end.
Say those words again.
Impart your wisdom on me.
We are cutthroat friends.
Am I the only one who sees?