Lyrics Be Under Arms - Spit On Your Grave

I was weak while with force
was a slave to my mind
thought that faith is for the weak
but it's not, and now I speak-
everything depends on you
on the thoughts you have in mind
cause too many things destroy our souls

I'll spit on your grave
and he will not be surprised
he gave me his hand and didn't turn his back
I'll spit on your grave
and if you have some last words
it's better to say them now
cause soon you'll meet him face to face

and in the darkest hour
when I was scared and with no way out
at gunpoint and with a knife at my throat
I knew that I was not alone
and if I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
so if you get in my way
one of us will meet him face-to-face

I'll spit on your grave
and he will not be surprised
he gave me his hand and didn't turn his back
I'll spit on your grave
and if you have some last words
it's better to say them now
cause soon you'll meet him face to face