M.O.

歌詞

Call off the dogs, pull back the search I found him over here turning into dirt This is one sick fuck we got on our hands now I gotta get my friends and get them out of town Whoever did this was a fucking pro Smooth, smart, complex and composed I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O. If they knew I killed this monster I'd be joining them in hell soon I've got this feeling in my gut I can't let go of All signs point right to where you are I can't control it Now you're onto me and if it has to be you or me Then it sure as hell won't be me found six feet down I confess, I confess, I stepped out of line, I recite this line, Over and over again, Did I do it for good? Or am I just sick? I still hear the dying question. I've got this feeling in my gut. I've got this feeling in my gut I can't let go of All signs point right to where you are I can't control it Now you're onto me and if it has to be you or me Then it sure as hell won't be me found six feet down Everything everyone everywhere ends.