by From First To Last

Call off the dogs, pull back the search
I found him over here turning into dirt
This is one sick fuck we got on our hands now
I gotta get my friends and get them out of town
Whoever did this was a fucking pro
Smooth, smart, complex and composed
I swear I think I´ve seen this very same M.O.
If they knew I killed this monster I´d be joining them in hell soon

I´ve got this feeling in my gut I can´t let go of
All signs point right to where you are I can´t control it
Now you´re onto me and if it has to be you or me
Then it sure as hell won´t be me found six feet down

Everything everyone everywhere ends


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