Conducting From The Grave - Her Poisoned Tongues lyrics

Birthed from the cocoon of lunacy A child raised by the seed of dementia forming Fatherless daughter of false poisoned tongues She moves upon her own path of madness astray From fear that she will soon be used like scum Hypnotic to her victims that she chooses to s** dry Hypocritic, Parasitic lies You wretched filth mark my words your life shal be taken by my hands I'll tear the pulsing bag of sh** from your chest and burn it before your eyes Upon your grave I shall stand as a monument of hate that will never move And I will smile in content at your pa**ing in my malevolence With all resentment aside You are best where you've always belonged Under six feet of sh** nailed in a pinewood box And I am content in seeing what a who*e you are And I will be the one to watch you leave this place As I bury you And I see you for the who*e that you are For the who*e that you are With feet of sh** nailed in a pinewood box So what will you have to say when my hands begin to crush your neck And the air begins to leave your lungs And your eyes roll back Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built And have to answer for every drop of blood you've split Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built