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- - - POUNDING THE NAILS - - -


Masters, bastards
Heartless heathens
Screaming, bleeding
Grinding sulfur
Driven, murder

Pound the nails a little farther
I can't quite feel the sting anymore
Twist the knife a little deeper
To leave me gasping upon the floor

DO IT KILL IT
END IT ALL
Justify the slaughter
So you can sleep at night

Gutless, garbage
Weeping baggage
Placate yourself
To face demons
Inside mirrors

Who is the stranger in the glass
With a twitchy finger on the trigger?
Another sheep among the mass
On his way to the grave digger

DO IT KILL IT
END IT ALL
Justify the slaughter
So I can sleep at night

Everywhere I look
Are harbingers of fate
The rage, despair and hate
Just a fucking fish on a hook

LOOK AT ME NOW
THE END AT LAST
THE FRESH DUG GRAVE
IS WHAT AWAITS
I WILL WAIT FOR YOU

(c) 2015 Frank Green
Written by HadesRising
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