Don't stab me in the back I wanna' see your face
In the spirit of the goodwill I chase
You're not fooling anyone a saint couldn't be further from you
On god, deliverance of which you're far removed

Bad things will happen now
Your curse assumed
Well I don't have to do a thing
Just watch and wait and see
I left your robe threadbare
To not split a seam

I
Yes I
See lies dribbling down your lips
Slowly traverse all the creases on your face from time

Bad things will happen now
Your curse assumed
Well I don't have to do a thing
Just watch and wait and see

It's hard to find people to trust
You never know when, how

Bad things will happen now
Your curse assumed
Well I don't have to do a thing
Just watch and wait and see

What goes around
Comes around