All these words that you have ever said to
me are burring inside, consuming my
mind. What have I done? Motionless you
both lay on my floor. Well it's too late
now, it's time to finish them for sure.

What do they deserve? I'll make them feel how I feel, how I feel inside.
I love your blood when it trickles down
your face. Will you cry when you're rotting away? Or can you not feel the
pain? When I pour salt in your open
wounds again, I'll ask you one final time,
"CAN YOU FEEL IT NOW MOTHERFUCKER?!"

A thought quickly enters my mind. "They deserve to be crucified!"

I love your blood when it trickles down

your face. Will you cry when you're rotting away? Or can you not feel the
pain? When I pour salt in your open
wounds again, I'll ask you one final time,
"CAN YOU FEEL IT NOW MOTHERFUCKER?!"

You cannot breathe but you will be fine,
I'll torture you until the end of time. All
the blood I spill, I'll drink tonight in
memory of you.

I love your blood when it trickles down
your face. Will you cry when you're rotting away? Or can you not feel the
pain? When I pour salt in your open
wounds again, I'll ask you one final time,