A/Abacinate/Far From The Reaches Of Medical Attention
At any given time – With no remorse For two years, I’ve kept you fresh Wrapped in plastic, so diligent Me and Mr. Softee, played a little game Confuse time of death, that’s how I got my name Beat by Stan, My old man Not again, You’ll flirt with death Choked with shock, Hope is lost I’m a tree, Hang for me Shot the man, Drowned in blood Had a bet, And fucking lost No chainsaw for me, While dismembering, Unless you want to see Yet why be messy when you’ve got cyanide, Nice and neat I will drag you down, To hole that’s underground, Rat’s will feast 357 Blast, Ripping through the neck, They have paid their dues… To Assassinate? No, this is just murder I’m watching their eyes go blank Reflecting me. Shooting, Stabbing, Strangling, Beating, Some Bombing and Poisoning End result, you meet with Death Your Life – For profit, sometimes “business” Sometimes just ‘cause Always, I feel the same… Nothing, I don’t feel shit Die!!! Stabbing the heart repeatedly to stop the gushing blood Hanging the body over the tub works best for draining Carved up into small pieces and make them “disappear” Disposal of dead bodies, my own specialty While some die for no reason, most die a piece of shit That’s… Far From The Reaches of Medical Attention Can’t Turn Back Far From The Reaches of Medical Attention Can’t Turn Back ‘Cause When You Stop It’s a Dead Stop! No Turning Back They All Know ‘Cause They’re All Fucking Dead Ain’t No Coming Back Far From The Reaches of Medical Attention Can’t Turn BackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
