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Machette Lyrics
The sharpening is a wonderful process,
to think the blade will meet your neck,
more reason to continue on and press,
ever so slowly as skin is torn to a wreck
Why won't you give in?
The screaming just makes it worse,
your limbs are simply thrown in the bin,
chunks of carcass all around leaves nothing but a curse
Machette,
a deadly tool of the trade,
impossible to clean from the mess I've made,
inflicting wounds as deep as your lies,
mentally ripping it through your hypnotic eyes
to think the blade will meet your neck,
more reason to continue on and press,
ever so slowly as skin is torn to a wreck
Why won't you give in?
The screaming just makes it worse,
your limbs are simply thrown in the bin,
chunks of carcass all around leaves nothing but a curse
a deadly tool of the trade,
impossible to clean from the mess I've made,
inflicting wounds as deep as your lies,
mentally ripping it through your hypnotic eyes
Song Info
Submitted by
raptor45 On Apr 11, 2007
More Human Collapse
Self-Inflicted Thoughts
Toxic Fumes And Lavender Scents
Insulator
Sidewalk Scum
Melting
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