Run...
Run for your life
You f*cking sad sack of shit
Run for your life
Hung from the rafters by your scrotum and cock
Used for a body bag
Ripped from your rectum to the cranium
I'll extract your spine
Fed to the swine who'll eat every last drop
Mop you up with a rag
I will visit all the places you've been, and track your scent
When your found the brutality will commence
Better run for your life
Scouring the earth until the wretched are found
We will track you down
For nothing less than the infliction of pain
Until your last breath
Run for your life
Run for your life
Run for your life
RUN
FOR
LIFE