One last thread. Kill em all dead. All I see is red from the blood shed. I can feel the cancer coming, careless. go ahead open the coffins it's time I lay my head to rest on this black tint mattress of sin. I'm soaking in a bath of shit, brushing my my plastic skin, please God don't make me ask again.
One last thread. Kill em all dead. All I see is rotten flesh, dying pigs, pressing up against, exchanging breath. Blissful ignorance. So in love with fun, can't remember it. There's a pill for that, that's as sharp as a tac. Can you swallow the truth or are you watching the news. Think it's time to choose. Who thinks is gunna lose.