Fucked up,
drinking a lot.
Filling my mind with alcohol,
My mind has begun to rot.
With each and every thought,
I feel shot down.
Fuck this, I’m going to bare the crown.
You’ll get buried for fucking me.
Buried six feet in the ground.
If you want to live,
Better get out a gun in defense.
I’m fully loaded, with the cross hairs on your forehead.
Finally got it done,
ripped into, the demons womb.
Torn apart the beast at the seems.
Still haunted by the decadent dreams.
One must seek the silence of death’s greatness.
To achieve peace of mind, fulfilling numbness.
Drunk, decay.
Fuck your way!
Cut the cow in half.
Separate the cattle, the flock.
Victory we will reap, that we shall.
Cross hairs on the cross.
Head shot in sight.
Christ will die again, this time he won’t rise.
There won’t be a second time.
He can rot in Hell.
Hateful day.
Fuck you cattle, and your way!
My targets.
I got you in the bull's-eye.
Nothing left for you to do but,
DIE! |
