Oh what a pleasure
Seeing your eyes bleed wine
Warm nectar of life
Will leak out of your snap spine
I accept you with open arms
Yet you refuse me
I'm facing a locked door
It seems your death's the key
Nausea rips apart my insides
Fueling this bloodthirsty beast
The nights begging for murder
On the prowl I set out to feast
Eyes, green as the grass you'll feeed
Lies, forcing me to concede
Now, times come to see you bleed
Rid you, of this life you dont need
Clothed in crimson, your skill filled with lead
Razors find new homes inbedded in your gums
My guilty hands hold what's left of your head
Memories of yesterday mean shit cause
You're fucking dead
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