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This Providence

Genres: Rock

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Lyrics - This Providence

You're throwing everything you have at me 

Cheap shots, low blows, will you ever let it go 

You're so pathetic, give it a rest 

You're not gonna win, you're never gonna 

 

You love the sound of your own voice 

And the crown of death upon your head, come on 

You and all your royalty, on the edge of infamy 

You're going to taste my fist 

 

You're so good at stretching the truth into a sugar coated lie 

Everyone takes a bite 

I have been dining with the enemy 

It was a wolf in sheep's clothing, now it's so clear to me 

 

I've had enough of your games 

If your not trembling you'd better be 

Cause we're gonna be the end of you 

I've had enough of your games 

I'm gonna show them who you really are 

I can tell you right now, it wont be pretty 

 

I can come as anyone, anything 

Provoking the anger of, a jealous god 

Still you spin a web of lies, fear, lust, pride, greed and shame 

You said no one, oh, you said no one escapes the pain 

 

I've had enough of your games 

If your not trembling you'd better be 

Cause we're gonna be the end of you 

I've had enough of your games 

I'm gonna show them who you really are 

I can tell you right now, it wont be pretty 

 

I'm a coward not a fighter, disguised as a lover 

In disguise, in disguise 

For so long now, you held me down 

You held me, you held me down 

You held me down 

You held me down for so long 

But its not gonna last 

Cause I can see right through your beautiful eyes 

 

I've had enough of your games 

If your not trembling you'd better be 

Cause we're gonna be the end of you 

I've had enough of your games 

I'm gonna show them who you really are 

I can tell you right now, it wont be pretty 

 

You're throwing everything you have at me 

Cheap shots, low blows, will you ever let it go 

You're so pathetic, give it a rest 

You're not gonna win, you're never gonna