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Face Full of Broken Glass
Awake
In agony
Your skin burns
And bowels release
Stretching
Your stitches pull
Blood still drips
From a face full
Your face full of broken glass
Your incompetence is your defining trait
And you’ll leave behind a legacy of hate
You left me down, broken and spent
As you eat from silver plates
High on your horse but twisted and bent
YOU ARE!Cursed with the gift
YOU NEED!To take a hint
YOU ARE!A pain in the ass
YOU ARE!A piece of shit
What you need desperately is
A face full of broken glass
I long to see you drown in your weeping tears
Strap you down so you learn the meaning of fear
Leather pulled tight across your wrists
What could have left that red smear?
I love it when you fight and resist
The smell of oil
And the sound of metal
Can you see me
From the shadows
As I prepare
Your early grave?
How does it feel to know you’re gonna die?
Tossed in a shallow grave and covered with lye
Your blood, it will paint my basement
I love the sweet sound of your cries
Death’s caress cannot suppress laments
YOU WERE!Cursed with the gift
YOU ARE!Bound for the pit
YOU WILL!Never last
YOU SCREAM!You piece of shit
What you really deserved was
A face full of broken glass
The worst is over
Now relive it
You fucked with me
Cannot overcome it
Empty parking lot
On one cold night
Uneasy dread
Waiting beyond the light
Are you ready now
For the show?
As I grab you
And shove your
Face through the window
You would scream but
The shock’s too much
Drag your limp form
And dump you in my trunk
Awake
In agony
Your skin burns
And bowels release
Stretching
Your stitches pull
Blood still drips
From a face full
Your face full of broken glass
The confusion quickly takes its grip
Downward spiral, your mind starts to slip
You let out one last pleading call
I cannot help but to giggle
As I fire up the old chainsaw
In agony
Your skin burns
And bowels release
Stretching
Your stitches pull
Blood still drips
From a face full
Your face full of broken glass
Your incompetence is your defining trait
And you’ll leave behind a legacy of hate
You left me down, broken and spent
As you eat from silver plates
High on your horse but twisted and bent
YOU ARE!Cursed with the gift
YOU NEED!To take a hint
YOU ARE!A pain in the ass
YOU ARE!A piece of shit
What you need desperately is
A face full of broken glass
I long to see you drown in your weeping tears
Strap you down so you learn the meaning of fear
Leather pulled tight across your wrists
What could have left that red smear?
I love it when you fight and resist
The smell of oil
And the sound of metal
Can you see me
From the shadows
As I prepare
Your early grave?
How does it feel to know you’re gonna die?
Tossed in a shallow grave and covered with lye
Your blood, it will paint my basement
I love the sweet sound of your cries
Death’s caress cannot suppress laments
YOU WERE!Cursed with the gift
YOU ARE!Bound for the pit
YOU WILL!Never last
YOU SCREAM!You piece of shit
What you really deserved was
A face full of broken glass
The worst is over
Now relive it
You fucked with me
Cannot overcome it
Empty parking lot
On one cold night
Uneasy dread
Waiting beyond the light
Are you ready now
For the show?
As I grab you
And shove your
Face through the window
You would scream but
The shock’s too much
Drag your limp form
And dump you in my trunk
Awake
In agony
Your skin burns
And bowels release
Stretching
Your stitches pull
Blood still drips
From a face full
Your face full of broken glass
The confusion quickly takes its grip
Downward spiral, your mind starts to slip
You let out one last pleading call
I cannot help but to giggle
As I fire up the old chainsaw
Published 7th Oct 2014
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