The Acacia Strain - Nailgun lyrics

I poisoned the rat Left her dying on her back She had no plague or sickness left to give I had no reason to let her live Open wounds have no stories to tell Walking corpses Living dead shell I gutted the pig No funeral plans, no graves to dig A plague of snakes No pity for your f**ing mistakes Dead eyes Buried bodies used for fertilizer Always a liar, I f**ing despised her. Mind of a snake, Mouth of a pig. Slither in your swill swallowing sh** I've never seen vermin with such smooth skin Put lipstick on a pig and it’s still a f**ing pig I noticed you wanted to run That’s when you noticed the gun I guarantee that won’t make you any safer Sayonara – see you later On the clearest of days Not a cloud in the sky I cut off her beautiful face with a broken kitchen knife No blood, No tears, No stress. All smiles You didn’t survive She didn’t survive Her hair smelled like burning leaves Execution On your f**ing knees So blind Losing my mind So weak No sympathy