September Burns

Behind my back you sold me out
The master plan must matter more
You scratch my back i claw...
Behind my back you sold me out
The master plan must matter more
You scratch my back i claw yours
It"s no surprise
September burns ( spent the months like days)
I believed the things you said
Should"ve stayed away instead
You lost everything you had
It"s no surprise
All the effort gone to waste
Now i see your honest face
Here"s a taste of what we lost
What"s left to say? nothing more to say