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Lying, Cheating Son of a Bitch 2 by Zach

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Lying, Cheating Son of a Bitch 2 by Zach - Alternative Rock / Trip-Hop Blend music cover art

Lying, Cheating Son of a Bitch 2

Alternative Rock / Trip-Hop Blend

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You wear your lies like a second skin
Cold and slick, sometimes they hide beneath the wash, just in the fold.
I've been awake while you were dreaming, counting every crack in your story.
Night stretches in, I watch you sharpen knives and shadows of your need,
Play the wounded dragon, scars along your back.
Cling the crucifix but dodge the truth it asks.
What's it like to be a lying, cheating son of a bitch?
Flashing your tales like badges, flipping the switch.
Hurting the one who never left the fight, stabbing the heart that believed in you at night.
All those made-up stories, sinking in a ditch— Yeah, that’s the price when you’re a lying, cheating son of a bitch.
You preach pain, but you’re the blaze that burns the ties.
Kindness spills out to strangers, you keep the darkness tight.
Heat pain did a sense on crack glass, but I read the frost.
The chill where your coldest thoughts are lost.
Twist the blade, but wear your wound with need.
Sing your agony, skip every honest beat.
What's it like to be a lying, cheating son of a bitch?
Flashing your tales like badges, flipping the switch.
Hurting the one who never left the fight, stabbing the heart that believed in you at night.
All those made-up stories, sinking in a ditch— Yeah, that’s the price when you’re a lying, cheating son of a bitch.
I hear silence, filling all the cracks your words left cold.
A space where truth drowned beneath every lie you told.
You cry crucifixion, but you’re the thorn inside.
The smoke that chokes the air where my love died.
What's it like to be a lying, cheating son of a bitch?
Flashing your tales like badges, flipping the switch.
Hurting the one who never left the fight, stabbing the heart that believed in you at night.
All those made-up stories, sinking in a ditch— Yeah, that’s the price when you’re a lying, cheating son of a bitch.
Cold coffee stands, not the mornings you’re meant to find.