Emmure

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore
My palms full of sweat
Clearly you've had your revenge
For the night I spit right in your face
You will never forget and I will never forget
Ever waking moment I spend wishing you were dead
Just fucking die
It must of been his brand new hand pentagram
Or the fact that he fucks
Iron City girls, no condom, on the rag
Just so you know