The Taste Of Blood - Signature Tattered Rags Lyrics

I hate to break it to you.
But your crisis has come to an end.
Whether you like it or not.
“I’m saving every bullet for your f*cking face” Here we go again.
And these things always seem to happen.
I hope you remember me as I remember you as dead.
F*ck the hatchet.
Bury the body.
F*ck the hatchet.
Bury you.