Nailgun

I poisoned the rat Left her dying on her back She had no plague or sickness left to give I had no reason to let her live Open wounds have no stories to tell Walking corpses Living dead shell I gutted the pig No funeral plans, no graves to dig A plague of snakes No pity for your fucking mistakes Dead eyes Buried bodies used for fertilizer Always a liar I fucking despised her Mind of a snake Mouth of a pig Slither in your swill swallowing shit I've never seen vermin with such smooth skin Put lipstick on a pig and it’s still a fucking pig I noticed you wanted to run That’s when you noticed the gun I guarantee that won’t make you any safer Sayonara – see you later On the clearest of days Not a cloud in the sky I cut off her beautiful face with a broken kitchen knife No blood No tears No stress All smiles You didn’t survive She didn’t survive Her hair smelled like burning leaves Execution On your fucking knees So blind Losing my mind So weak No sympathy