The perfect perpetrator

I ran away from you last night
You tried to kill me with your dull knife
What more do I have to say?
The smell of meat, damaged forklift
The house burned down, I went with it
I'm done playing sick and twisted games

And I know you wrapped me in
With your manipulative grin
Drawn on so perfectly
By a guy with big hair and lots of money
Millions of views, look at what it's done to you
Drew up the perfect perpetrator
And that perpetrator's dead
But not in my head
He's alive, so alive, and he's killing me

Paint your face, sharpen your blade
Your timе is only 3 months away
Take over my feed, haunt me
Cook somе burgers that I'll bury with the memories
Paint your face, sharpen your blade
Your time is only 3 months away
Take over my feed, haunt me
Cook some burgers that I'll bury with the memories

I ran away from you last night
You tried to kill me with your dull knife
What more do I have to say?
The smell of meat, damaged forklift
The house burned down, I went with it
I'm done playing sick and twisted games