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A Touching Dream |
There's more Than One Way to Skin a Cat.
Your fucking facial structure proven weak
obviously no match for the cold concrete
"It's not what it looks like", quiet bitch
stop splitting fucking hairs
Wait till I'm slitting throats and splitting heads
Then you'll know how much i fucking care
Bite down whore, fucking do it, bite the fucking curb
Wait for the glorious grinding of enamel
Tearing that delicate jawline from your face, you're getting what you deserve
Don't go, don't die, not yet, just wait
My bone saw has a most important date
Oh dear, I think you have something on your face
Wait thats just the lack there of I'm slowing down the pace
There are so fucking many things and ways id love to finish you
No one will even fucking recognize you when I'm through
You fucked up, you're absolutely nothing more than a slut
Do you know what happens to sluts?
They lose every single one of their fucking guts
I cut your chest wide open with this blade,
What a beautiful pallet i have made,
Oh look, theres your heart, beating so hard, still intact
Its too bad within the next few minutes it'll be completely hacked
You can keep screaming all you want, that duct tape should hold tight
Its almost that time for you to lose your eyesight
I feel sorry for you, wait, what am I saying?
You brought this upon yourself with all of your fucking playing
All those games you played, sweetie, they're being delayed
Ok ok, I'll give you a break, get up, walk to the door
SIKE, are you serious? Get down on the floor
I hate you bitch, you're getting whats coming to you
It makes me happy to see your body so beaten, so black and blue
I'm done with this shit, I've looked at your face for far too long
This is it, this is your last song
Our laughing voices ringing in your ears as you slowly die
Slit your throat, slice your ankles, spill all your guts, goodfuckingbye.
obviously no match for the cold concrete
"It's not what it looks like", quiet bitch
stop splitting fucking hairs
Wait till I'm slitting throats and splitting heads
Then you'll know how much i fucking care
Bite down whore, fucking do it, bite the fucking curb
Wait for the glorious grinding of enamel
Tearing that delicate jawline from your face, you're getting what you deserve
Don't go, don't die, not yet, just wait
My bone saw has a most important date
Oh dear, I think you have something on your face
Wait thats just the lack there of I'm slowing down the pace
There are so fucking many things and ways id love to finish you
No one will even fucking recognize you when I'm through
You fucked up, you're absolutely nothing more than a slut
Do you know what happens to sluts?
They lose every single one of their fucking guts
I cut your chest wide open with this blade,
What a beautiful pallet i have made,
Oh look, theres your heart, beating so hard, still intact
Its too bad within the next few minutes it'll be completely hacked
You can keep screaming all you want, that duct tape should hold tight
Its almost that time for you to lose your eyesight
I feel sorry for you, wait, what am I saying?
You brought this upon yourself with all of your fucking playing
All those games you played, sweetie, they're being delayed
Ok ok, I'll give you a break, get up, walk to the door
SIKE, are you serious? Get down on the floor
I hate you bitch, you're getting whats coming to you
It makes me happy to see your body so beaten, so black and blue
I'm done with this shit, I've looked at your face for far too long
This is it, this is your last song
Our laughing voices ringing in your ears as you slowly die
Slit your throat, slice your ankles, spill all your guts, goodfuckingbye.
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