I want your limp body, serving at my will
I don't want you breathing my f**ing air, after the sh** you carried out
This is now my will, I will have you bowing at my feet
(f**) can you understand this postulated pain I have thought about for so long? Now I will distort your thoughts with the torture you'll only remember
Remember this f**ing face
Sawing at your throat, piercing your jugular
Now I stand here laughing as you belch blood from your neck
As I penetrate your corpse, I reconcile the feelings you tore from my chest
We both know you're a lying c*nt, but the only lying you'll do is in your f**ing grave