From First To Last

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<b>M.o.</b> by <i>From First To Last</i><br />

Call off the dogs, pull back the search

I found him over here turning into dirt

This is one sick fuck we got on our hands now

I gotta get my friends and get them out of town

Whoever did this was a fucking pro

Smooth, smart, complex 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 hell won't be me found six feet down

Everything everyone everywhere ends

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