White Alligators (Give It)
(How could you be so nasty? How can you be so vile?)
You were the one who hunted me down, rocked my world, yeah
Said that we were twin souls, we broke the mould, us against them all (P.T.R.)
You and I on the phone, internet, yeah
So what you jonesin’ for now? (I’ve been cast out! What’s your new addiction?)
And yourself, you know that you’re lyin’, full of shit, yeah
Come on now, give it to me, give it to me, give it
Give it to me, yeah!
You know the way you fake it, it makes you look so vacant
Oh, now, give it to me, give it to me, give it
Give it to me – oh I think you’re outta luck now!
(And the worst thing is you’re making out that I’m the crazy one? But you and I know the truth)
You’re a selfish S.O.B. – it’s always you, you, YOU, never ME!
(You know, it’s so sad that you turned out to be exactly the type of person that you claim to hate)
But I made allowances for you and your fucked-up brain
So I said “I’ll let him go on with his fantasy (but you and I know the truth)
I don’t want to ruin things; I don’t wanna rock the gig” (No confrontation, just humiliation)
(So what did you get out of this?)
How could you do me like this when I want to believe in you?
(You don’t get to absolve yourself by blaming it on your chemical imbalances, Poor Me syndrome, or just being forgetful, or that you’re an addict.)
You said we were friends, you said that you loved me now, you’d always have my back
But you LIED. (You don’t get to do that.)
You LIED. You’re always LYING (you’re an addict).
Why didn’t I see? (You don’t get to do that. You’re an addict.)
How did I let you get to me? (How could you be so nasty? How can you be so vile?)
And yourself, you know that you’re lyin’, full of shit, yeah (And you made me feel like a fool, yeah!)
Come on now, give it to me, give it to me, give it
Give it to me, yeah!
(You made me think I was losing my mind)
You know the way you fake it, it makes you look so vacant
Oh, now, give it to me, give it to me, give it
Give it to me – oh I think you’re outta luck now!
And yourself, you know that you’re lyin’, full of shit, yeah
(No I never did anything to warrant the way you treat me now, yeah)
Come on now, give it to me, give it to me, give it
Give it to me, yeah!
You know the way you fake it, it makes you look so vacant
(You know you’re not being fair to me now, I gave you my all, I gave you my heart)
Oh, now, give it to me, give it to me, give it
Give it to me – oh I think you’re outta luck now!
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UK metalcore band Architects roar back with a vengeance and all the bludgeoning riffs and triumphant choruses your heart desires. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 7, 2023