Song | Nailgun |
Artist | The Acacia Strain |
Album | Coma Witch |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 ******* mistakes | |
Dead eyes | |
Buried bodies used for fertilizer | |
Always a liar, | |
I ******* despised her. | |
Mind of a snake, | |
Mouth of a pig. | |
Slither in your swill swallowing *******t | |
I've never seen vermin with such smooth skin | |
Put lipstick on a pig and it’s still a ******* 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 ******* knees | |
So blind | |
Losing my mind | |
So weak | |
No sympathy |
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 mistakes | |
Dead eyes | |
Buried bodies used for fertilizer | |
Always a liar, | |
I despised her. | |
Mind of a snake, | |
Mouth of a pig. | |
Slither in your swill swallowing t | |
I' ve never seen vermin with such smooth skin | |
Put lipstick on a pig and it' s still a 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 knees | |
So blind | |
Losing my mind | |
So weak | |
No sympathy |
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 mistakes | |
Dead eyes | |
Buried bodies used for fertilizer | |
Always a liar, | |
I despised her. | |
Mind of a snake, | |
Mouth of a pig. | |
Slither in your swill swallowing t | |
I' ve never seen vermin with such smooth skin | |
Put lipstick on a pig and it' s still a 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 knees | |
So blind | |
Losing my mind | |
So weak | |
No sympathy |