Look Around

[Intro]
Oh you're not gonna wanna see that
Reporter: The crime scene video was so graphic that jurors turned away to avoid viewing it

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Look around, I see them bodies hacked to pieces with an axe
When the butcher comes up bloody all alone which one is next?
Victims huddled in the corner hoping that someone else gets picked
Knowing that someone is a goner trying hard to be less distinct
Up in this bitch it's not about survival
There's no such thing to be expected though it may (May, may)
The only way to outlast them new arrivals and to delay what's coming next another day (Day, day)
But it is only temporary, it's gonna be hella bad for all
And I predict that all the victims gonna be dead if I had to call
And I hate to fucking gamble but I'ma bet everything on that
Knowing that when will they all resemble hamburger meat is when they get
To leave this house in grueling pain and brutal torture
And so I got ya in that basement as you wait (Wait, wait)
Your turn to learn the suffering made while you watch a
Group of the ones that are marked for slaughter dissipate (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: SCUM]
Look around, everything is on fire
It's the end, it's the fall of empire
Reach your hand out and touch, feel us all dead
There's no future ahead, it is all bad
Look around well, how is your breathing?
Now that you found Hell why go on living?
Why go on trying when it's over regardless?
Instead of dying heading into the darkness

[Verse 2: Damien Quinn]
I wanna see your last breath as death occurs
I got a machete for his or hers
I could make that kitty purr
I fucking stab it in the neck, a bloody mess
I'm a reckless psychopath that's half checked
All my daddies side will rush in, I love the blood gushing
I lick whatever's pussing and now your organs I'm clutching
I'll cave in your chest and separate the bones
Welcome to my Terror Dome, your dead body cart's at home
I am not alone, I have my cult with me
Your severed face is on the asphalt for acting shifty and shady
No Marshall, my arsenal is awful
All my grandpa’s plates are dull but they'll remove your skull
I'll rent a U-Haul to fit my corpses in
Then drive it to Utah and get to burying
I'm marrying horrorcore, engaged this year
If she tries to leave me I'll shove the circle-saw in her ear

[Chorus: SCUM]
Look around, everything is on fire
It's the end, it's the fall of empire
Reach your hand out and touch, feel us all dead
There's no future ahead, it is all bad
Look around well, how is your breathing?
Now that you found Hell why go on living?
Why go on trying when it's over regardless?
Instead of dying heading into the darkness