Nailgun

I poisoned the rat
Left her dying laying 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 fucking mistakes

Dead eyes
Buried bodies used for fertilizer
Dead eyes
Always a liar
I fucking despised her

Mind of a snake
Mouth of a pig
Slither in your swill swallowing shit
I've never seen vermin with such smooth skin
Put lipstick on a pig and it’s still a fucking pig

[Guitar solo]

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

Dead eyes
Dead eyes

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 fucking knees

So blind
Losing my mind
So weak
No sympathy