Letra Signature Tattered Rags - The Taste Of Blood
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
fuc*** face? Here we go again.
And these things always seem to happen.
I hope you remember me as I remember you as dead.
F*** the hatchet.
Bury the body.
F*** the hatchet.
Bury you.