Money for Nothing - The Acacia Strain

And it’s a shame to think that you have no control

After all you did

After all your battles had been fought

Another’s name is up alongside yours

Grab your girl

I spend my life searching out those who have done you harm

After is was too late

The 13 letters that make up your past will haunt my dreams until the end

I will stop at nothing to wipe them out

I will stop at nothing to wipe them out

Blood does not equal respect and I owe them nothing but the dirt from my shoes

I will carry your name to my own grave

I will remember you until I breathe my last breath, my last breath with lonely

eyes

My only regret will be that I will never meet up with you again

Disbelief in anything

But I would blind myself to know that one day I would see you again

I will carry your name to my own grave

And each word I speak will be yours

This is money for nothing

And the talk is cheap

This is money for nothing

I want to bury them six feet deep

This is money for nothing

And the talk is cheap

This is money for nothing

I want to bury them six feet deep