A FURTHER SHOWING OF VIOLENCE

I will fucking drag (I will drag)

Your shitty flesh down a jagged slope

Tear you to ribbons and violate your spawn

I have become the visage you crave

The name you call upon

Without me, you're all fucking nothing

Metal will churn and bodies will burn

You will dance for me like mice born of rotting straw

In line through a chainsaw

We are not the same

There'll be no burial as deep as yours

Breaking your jaw once again on the tiled floor

Your wrist is sentenced to bleed on my every word

It's hard to speak with your teeth on the fucking curb

Pack it up, we are the kings of this shit

There's no saving you, you'll never fucking get it

I will fucking drag your useless corpse of what you were before

Straight from Hell and cease it from becoming what I abhor

Do you see hell falling out from my lungs?

The chosen one resting on the tip of my tongue

Fuck

I have become the last

You

I am the last, last name you call upon

Without me, you're all fucking nothing

Metal will churn and bodies will burn

You will dance for me like mice born of rotting straw

In line through a chainsaw

You will kneel before me while I line my crown

With the teeth of your perfect gods

Another symphony, they all sound the same

And they will all drown in acid rain

You are visited again by the wrath of the frame

A further showing of violence

Hoping it drives you all to silence

Pack it up, we are the kings of this shit

There's no saving you, you'll never fucking get it

I will drag your shitty flesh down a jagged fucking slope

Psycho-frame

I have grown to love the taste of gods

I have grown to love the taste of gods