James Was a Cactus - The Weight Of Atlas, Cory Brunnemann

This is a fucking threat.

I’ve been waiting for you

To make your move been biding my time

Tell you’re out of line, so I can show them you deserve this

Make your move

So make your move

But don’t let go.

And I can’t tell these saints from sinners

When I could end this so much quicker

If I were to kick when you’re down

Oh I’m not gonna lose out

Despicable, Predictable

You stare at broken mirrors

Blinded by the smoke you breathe

And now I’ve turned the tables

This time you’ll get what you deserve.

I won’t be fooled again

I won’t be fooled again

I won’t be fooled again

Not again

I won’t be fooled again,

And I can’t tell these saints from sinners

When I could end this so much quicker

If I were to kick you when you’re down

Oh I’m not gonna lose

And I can’t tell these saints from sinners

When I could end this so much quicker

If I were to kick you when you are down

Oh I’m not gonna lose out.

I hope you remember me

For the man that you want to be

I am your saviour

I will not falter

God, I am God

We are God, this is God

All this is mine

And I can’t tell these saints from sinners

When I could end this so much quicker

If I were to kick you when you’re down

Oh I’m not gonna lose

I’ll wrap you up in misery

Held up high beyond belief

So when your feet do grace the ground

You will never be found

And I can’t tell these saints from sinners

When I could end this so much quicker

I I were to kick you when you’re down

Oh I’m not gonna lose

Out

Well I read through the lines so perfectly

And still you continue to pester me

This is the end this is the end you fucking cunt