Page One

Song Page One
Artist Texas in July
Album I Am

Lyrics

You beg for mercy when you crouch down in front of me.
Could you be any weaker. You? Worthless being.
Every second you take is a waste of my time.
What else do you want? Have you already killed me, dime? For dime.
I am ruthless. You spit a hard game. I don't like it.
I swear one day you will shape up coward. Until then you are worthless.