If you killed yourself, it would impress me
I'd never see you again
A weak source with no fuck worth giving
If you didn't do it, I'd do it myself
No hope as these petals fall

Take off these limitations
Begin the mutilation
Throat slit, evisceration
Becomes my elevation
How many tears will a mourning mother cry?

If you killed yourself, it would impress me
I'd never see you again
A weak source with no fuck worth giving
If you didn't do it, I'd do it myself

Your flesh is cut before your mouth is satirized
My hands are in your skull to minimize your sight
Your voice is in a pit, my blade is cutting deep inside
A vicious slaughter will commence upon your worthless life

We'll leave your face smashed
(Again and again)
We'll leave your face smashed
Again and again