M.O.

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 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] Found six feet down Everything everyone everywhere ends, ends x4