M.o.

LETRA

M.o.

Call off the dogs, pull back the search
I found him over here turning into dirt
This is one sick f*ck we got on our hands now
I gotta get my friends and get them out of town
Whoever did this was a f*cking pro
Smooth, smart, complexx 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

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 heell won't be me found six feet down

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