Is this what you really need to make your life complete?
My butchers knife and the center of your neck need to meet
How I'd love to smash your face against the concrete
I want nothing more than to make your existence obsolete

When the blessed slaughter begins you'll wish you never antagonized me
I will find sheer pleasure in making you bleed profusely
You useless fucking drones, you will die by my hand
To decapitate your thoughtless heads is the master plan

I used to put my all into this until there was nothing left to give
Now every life that I take is a new reason to live

Blood spurting amuck, not giving a fuck, on this greatest day
Dicks ripped off with blunt force, cunts carved out and put on display
Intestines removed, bare bones exposed
You thought your presence was heaven sent
Now you are nothing more than my dissectional experiment

You beg and plead for release
I fuck with your mind as you beg and plead
Now I will be the one to antagonize
As I'm reaching for the axe, lusting your demise

Oh, how I can't wait
To slit your fucking throats

Lyrics submitted by (shevanel)

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