Lacerations

In the state of illusion you suffer contusions
The lacerations you'll suffer is from the neck I was Bruising
I swallow your souls , I'll swallow your life .Ill  let you keep one eye so I can see the reflection of my knife .
You try to imagine in your minds eye what did I get my self into that I now must die.
You look from above  your dead  on the pavement cause you missed that last payment.
So also in death now ya got to be my slave kid .
There is time for fairy tails in the bible you lost.
The most I can do is nail your ass to a fucking cross .That is  how I found religion , how i sacrifice  my god.
Thats Why im like a gravedigga I'm a morgue supplier cut you deep and long and wrap you in barbed wire and turn you on the fire .
If death  is selling I guess that makes you the buyer. you don't go home with a smashed dome and a body of broken bones you got blasted yeah like you been smoking stones.
Ill scatter your body they are gunna  have to call Sherlock holmes but muthafuck watson.There ain't no escaping , just your body draging across the floor as I prepare you for my address .
I come with the unholy that can't be blessed and  in my tabernacle  it's is smokein with sess .
I said  to my 45 how I end up on the news the only surviver the story told on Chanel two .