Sleep Tight
You’re such a pretty thing (when you talk that way to me)
The morning will bring justice between your legs
I’ve a red light special treat when you lye in deceit
You’re Fucked
Take it
Take it all cuz what you got now is the heart of a madman
Tempted by you, thetan slut
You won’t forget the taste of this
I’ll buy the next round cuz I know
How Vodka is sure to go down
Swallow me whole, Don’t spit me out
Swallow my pain, Don’t just spit me out
(we read the forecast for five days)
The way your tongue rolls is like a hurricane
You swept my town away
Your love is my hurricane
We’re killing all the ideals they held on us
Pressed against our throats
Now it’s our hands
Our hands on their necks
Asphyxiating their corporations
How does it feel now, fuckers?
Biting the hand that’s fed us shit
We’ve had enough of it
This feels so good we’ll kill for it
The fate of man lies in my hands, covered in your blood
It makes perfect fucking sense to me
Bleed Mother Fucker Bleed
Scream Mother Fucker Scream
Now it’s our hands
Our Hands at their necks
None of you swine will be safe from slaughter
My hand holds the wrath of a butchers blade
I’ve seen your fathers take a faithless falter
My hand holds the wrath of a butchers trade
Deep in the darkest alleys you find the fiends of terror
And when you do you’ll find me and kin all prowling there
Patience is the virtue of a predator
We time our kill
Strike ill willed
Don’t you think any fuckin less of me
I’m just like you but i yearn to watch you bleed
The one’s believe as if a god exists with all this petty bullshit
Where’s your god now when you’re on your knees
Beg for Mercy
You beggars will not be the choosers
It’s my choice if you live or you die
If you smile or cry
So shed one tear and I’ll bring a storm to your eyes
I’ll breathe hell’s Satan’s fire
We will evaporate your soul
And scorch your puddles dry
Will you walk my streets tonight?
Show no fear and you shall pass unharmed
But quiver once and you are mine
To have as i will and do as i please
Ruthless
It’s being ruthless and and cut-throat
That is the factor up the ladder of power that you wish that you had
We do as we please
Every word we say is meaningless
We dance with razor blades on our hips
Tango
Boogie in blood ‘til the dance floor is covered in red
Boogie in blood with these razors blades on our hips
Break Your Spine
Crack Your Skull
Do it for rock ‘n’ roll (roll, roll, roll)
9MM trigger finger, fuck her with your finger
Cock it, Pull it
Cock it, Pull the trigger, Squeeze
Squeeze it like you need it
Hold it one more time before we kill it
There is no tomorrow and only one knife to borrow
Sharpened, spit-shined and polished for your display
Don’t be afraid
Come on, baby. Let’s play.
Whatever wets her clit
She will love me more for it
Honey, i love you but your time has come.
(This is infatuation turned carnivourous)
These friends and fiends in my head agree that your heart must stop.
(i need to see blood. your fucking beautiful blood)
stop on the point a knife.
Its not me, i love you. Theres just demons that tell my wretched heart.
(She’s gonna get it. She’s gonna fucking get it good)
Nothing prettier than a blonde on a stick.
Pray when we’re together
(oh god, oh god, oh god)
We’ve got quite a mess on our hands.
It’s like the entrails ripped from a virgin’s cunt.
I kiss my mother with this mouth.
because your face looks
just right when its pressed up against the headboard.
look behind you
I’m not there and i never was
I never will be
This things cocked and loaded. These words are visions of torment.
All things beautiful must die. The more Beauty, the more Death.
Gimme some Death. Faces come out of the rain, this isnt the doors’
type of strange.
This is deranged. Fuck. I wanst always this ugly.
My love is as comfortable as a skullfuck.
I’ve been a sick boy, you’ve been a bad girl.
You were always quick to take every inch.
Ive spent the night in your mouth and your throat.
you gagged but you failed to choke.
But we’re taking care of that problem.
I guess we all die alone. die slow. you’ve been dead since our first fuck.
Bodies hang like your langerie on the clothesline
Sway to a black breeze, A red stain and a white lie.
This is the end of grace. This is the end of your love.
This is the first day of your afterlife.
Doesn’t it tickle?
