All these words that you have ever said to
me are burring inside, consuming my
mind. What have I done? Motionless you
both lay on my floor. Well it's too late
now, it's time to finish them for sure. What do they deserve? I'll make them feel how I feel, how I feel inside.
I love your blood when it trickles down
your face. Will you cry when you're rotting away? Or can you not feel the
pain? When I pour salt in your open
wounds again, I'll ask you one final time,
"CAN YOU FEEL IT NOW MOTHERfu*kER?!" A thought quickly enters my mind. "They deserve to be crucified!" I love your blood when it trickles down
your face. Will you cry when you're rotting away? Or can you not feel the
pain? When I pour salt in your open
wounds again, I'll ask you one final time,
"CAN YOU FEEL IT NOW MOTHERfu*kER?!" You cannot breathe but you will be fine,
I'll torture you until the end of time. All
the blood I spill, I'll drink tonight in
memory of you. I love your blood when it trickles down
your face. Will you cry when you're rotting away? Or can you not feel the
pain? When I pour salt in your open
wounds again, I'll ask you one final time,