M.O.

[Verse 1]

Call off the dogs

Pull back the search

I found him over here turning into dirt

This is one sick fuck we’ve got on our hands now

I gotta get my friends and get them out of town

Whoever did this was a fucking pro

Smooth, smart, complex and composed

I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O

If they knew I killed this monster, I'd be joining them in hell soon

[Chorus]

I've got this feeling in my gut I can't let go of

All signs point right to where you are, I can't control it

Now you're onto me, and if it has to be you or me

Then it sure as hell won't be me found six feet down

[Breakdown]

I confess

I confess

I confess

I stepped out of line

I recite this line

Over and over again

Did I do it for good?

Or am I just sick?

I still hear the dying question

I've got this feeling in my gut

[Chorus]

I've got this feeling in my gut I can't let go of

All signs point right to where you are, I can't control it

Now you're onto me, and if it has to be you or me

Then it sure as hell won't be me found six feet down

[Outro]

Found six feet down

Everything everyone everywhere ends, ends

Everything everyone everywhere ends, ends

Everything everyone everywhere ends, ends

Everything everyone everywhere ends, ends