Texty: Rocky Votolato. Every Red Cent.

We're moving on
The bags are all packed
I'm feeling like less of a wreck

The plans for revenge have all been
Detailed and laid out
The graves have all been dug
Don't let me forget one for myself

I've got hate running through my veins
And my blood runs like the
Venom of a poisonous snake

Emptiness, my old friend
Keep me company as I hunt down
And kill my enemies
'Cause there must be someone to blame

Someone to blame
For the way I've been feeling
I've been shot at
I've been cheated

How could you
Send me to this place?
I have every right to feel the way
I've been feeling

Shut up, shut up I don't wanna
Hear anymore of your dirty excuses
Shut up, shut up I don't wanna
To hear anymore, don't wanna hear

Hate running through your veins
And your blood runs like
The venom of a poisonous snake

Emptiness, my old friend
Will be your victory
And the riches you have earned

You deserve
Every red cent
Every red cent
Every red cent

I don't feel anymore
Don't wanna hear

It's too late to turn back now
Crying for a love that you know
You never learned how to make

Buried in what you dug
Crying for a love that
You know you never learned how to

Hate is running through my veins
And my blood runs like
The venom of a poisonous snake

Emptiness, my old friend
Keep me company as I hunt down
And kill my enemies
'Cause there must be