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Now that were all here theres something that we need to air
youre tense their faces. Vacant, but they smile sincere
(Your) mother reaches lurches but she vomits dry
We love you son its a shame that now you have to die
Hes a mess tubes pour from every orifice........who calls this majestic?
Hes broken glass and youve put him on display
You fking cowards have you no shame.
Watching them change
Twitch and convulse
The poison is slow but it matches the pulse
Whats wrong With his hand?
(Shut the fk up) this
wasnt part of the plan
after all
Moving out of luck you crack two answers crimson when theyre finally struck
Pound the rubble like a r*pist caught in the act so you know he's fked
Their heads, an abstract idea, are suctioned to your fists by the pulpy mess
But there are shades of regret that you end with a bullet and a fade to bliss
Hes a mess, tubes pour from every orifice........who calls this majestic?
Hes broken glass and youve put him on display
You fking cowards have you no shame.
Watching them change
Twitch and convulse
The poison is slow but is matches the pulse
Whats wrong With his hand?
(Shut the fk up)
thiswasnt part of the plan
after all
a blood scene
blood and scene