Lyrics

You should be given some kind of prize for your masterful disguise. You must live to manipulate. How easily love can turn to hate. You think you can cast me aside.

(Chorus) Someone needs to teach you a lesson, read your rights, hear your last confession. Can't let go, wanna make you pay. Your time has come, it's judgement day.

I think it's your turn to be played. You have to lie in the bed that you made. You left me so anesthetized, by all of your compulsive lies. I feel so justified.

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