Willis

Here’s to the murk that spews from your lips
Here’s to the fifth that’s glued to your hip
Here’s to the tragic endings you begged for desperately
Each time you tried to knock me to the
Four, five, your triple six nonsense
Today, you’ll speak for Satan
Tomorrow, you’ll preach repentance
Four, five, your triple six nonsense
Today, you’ll speak for Satan
Tomorrow, you’ll preach repentance
Cheers to a preposterous soul
Disguising demons with control
Here’s to misleading yourself
To believe you’re holding your ground
As you fashion your destruction
As you fashion your destruction
Today, you’ll speak for Satan
Tomorrow, preach repentance
Today, you’ll speak for Satan
Tomorrow, preach repentance
Flee the scene
Fast enough to evade the scene
Of each enemy marching to see
The end of your deceit
Instead we’ll keep a move away
Far from your misery parade
You know it’s not the first
We know it’s not the last
Time you’ll cry out for a comeback
As you plead restitution
This will be the last time I speak about
As you rot in self-infliction
This will be the last time I speak about
As you plead restitution
This will be the last time we speak about
As you rot in self-infliction
This will be the last time I sing about you, you, you
This will be the last time
I speak your name
Oh, Willis
You know it’s not the first
We know it’s not the last
Time you’ll cry out
For a motherfucking comeback
Comeback, come back
Comeback, come back
Comeback, come back
Comeback, come back
As you plead restitution
This will be the last time we speak about
As you rot in self-infliction
This will be the last time we speak about
The last time I sing about you
The last time I sing about you
The last time I scream