[Intro – Looping, Low, Hypnotic] I remember the blood on the bass strings (I remember the blood on the bass strings) I remember the blood on the bass strings (I remember the blood on the bass strings) [Verse 1] Not waitin' for the next salvo — I'm on the attack, I held back Now you're framed in crosshairs — Steady breath, no hesitation Pull the trigger — mercy kill Sad boys are overpopulated. Should’ve stayed with your pack But you strayed — You overestimated. [Pre-Chorus] I never miss — I never miss (so petty) I never miss — I never miss (so pretty) You won't feel a thing when it sinks in (petty petty petty petty) [Chorus] You can’t play dead when I still hear you breathing It’s hunting season — I don’t need a fucking reason To take aim, to let go Truth locked, loaded, and screaming Aim for the head, better off dead God, I wish I’d started a band with anyone else instead (with anyone else instead) (with anyone else instead) [Verse 2] You played the part, but missed the pain Wrote your lines, then dodged the blame Pulled the strings, then played surprised When the whole damn body flatlined Blood on the bassline, soaked in spite Teeth in the grin, but no bite All that noise, but no real fight Deadpan and dismissive, I don’t miss it. [Bridge Without me — You twitch and twist, collapse again Can’t hold up your head — just sag and slide I kept you straight. I kept you alive. I was the spine. I was the spine that let you swivel your neck to look with such disdain. You looked down on me from bones I loaned to you. (You looked down on me) (From bones I loaned to you.) Stand on your own now — No spine, just sway Get on your way — You bend, you break [chanted] you bend, you break you bend, you break you bend you break you bend, you break [Interlude / Spoken Breakdown] Get back in the corner and watch me on the mic I never let you down -- Without me (without me, without me)) you'd have never stood up at all I’m too — (too too too) — tired to be your spine (I’m letting you know) This got old two years ago This bullet’s just for you — (you reap what you sow) (Bored of you already... bored of you already...) (Bored of you already... bored of you already...) [Pre-Chorus – Reprise] I never miss — I never miss (so petty) I never miss — I never miss (so pretty) You won't feel a thing when it sinks in (petty petty petty petty) [Chorus] You can’t play dead when I still hear you breathing It’s hunting season — I don’t need a fucking reason To take aim, to let go Truth locked, loaded, and screaming Aim for the head, better off dead God, I wish I’d started a band with anyone else instead (with anyone else instead) (with anyone else instead) [Outro – Whispered glitching] I remember the blood on the bass strings (I remember the blood on the bass strings) I remember the blood on the bass strings (I remember the blood on the bass strings)
