Fly for the door I can taste those glands of fear you extract yourself as I still draw near a target fixated on your face so closed casket is necessary safe haven is so far away soon the hounds will search and smell you rotten and decayed decomposing in this earth.. I… still… share… no… remorse… for… helping… you… to… become… a… corpse… I wanted this for so long I'm ecstatic deception, I'll bleed you dry all eight pints pumping from your throat you grow faint as I speak now I am known I could push you a thousand times from the highest tower you should have seen this coming you fucking coward live another second to see disgust in my eyes this is what you get for taking innocence from their lives you wont be forgotten your mutilation was not an option so dead now Im relieved fly for the door I can taste those glands of fear you extract yourself as I still draw near a target fixated on your faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
