Watch Your Back

Stabbed in the back, yes I was slain
Discarded like trash, thrown into a drain
Arrangements were made, yes things were arranged
For me to lie before everyone and listen to them saying

He was never shit, on the inside he was always decaying
Psychologically and socially dead, he should had been praying
But in my coffin it seems that I have bed mates
The worms are starting to squirm, sharing in my fate

But as I thaw they will feast from me on a plate
Yes the external abuse is served up with the inner hate
I feed my children well and watch them grow
Haha, chasing each other in and out of me, then eating some more

Ooh how that darkened hate replenishes daily for us
My children are healthy and I am as Prometheus
The more that they bore and gnaw at my flesh
 I’m replenished with so much more hate for them to digest

My babies have to grow, they’ve got to remove damned six feet
I need them to rip off this fucking lid and pull back the dam sheet
There is a backstabber that I want wrapped in fucking chains
I want him to die screaming, “I Is Me is your name"