I take two bites
Spit em out
Cut out her stomach
Taste of lead, soft bologna
Fingers to my mouth
Heart ache reeks of draught
The insects start swarming and
The vultures are right beside them
You take my hand
Smells clean was it it another man
Cut out the heat, body decomposes to cold meat
Your gaze is so beige
So complimentary to your blue beret
Oh I'm in a rage, Oh I'm enraged
Come to the end of the line
Seems my inner ambition is here to stay for some time
There is a world where it's just you and me
It happens all the time, at the end of the line
There's silk run blood screaming up fish guts
Amunition to poison the fish huts
Don't feed the water it reeks of my daughter
Key the dynamite there's murder on the line
We'll blow these filthy fucks, burn all their cars
Preach for peace so the shive hits more deep