Nailgun

Nailgun - The Acacia Strain

I poisoned the rat

Left her dying on her back

She had no plague or sickness left to give

I had no reason to let her live

Open wounds have no stories to tell

Walking corpses

Living dead shell

I gutted the pig

No funeral plans no graves to dig

A plague of snakes

No pity for your f**king mistakes

Dead eyes

Buried bodies used for fertilizer

Dead eyes

Always a liar

I f**king despised her

Mind of a snake

Mouth of a pig

Slither in your swill swallowing s**t

I've never seen vermin with such smooth skin

Put lipstick on a pig and it's still a f**king pig

I noticed you wanted to run

That's when you noticed the gun

I guarantee that won't make you any safer

Sayonara see you later

Ya

Dead eyes

Dead eyes

On the clearest of days

Not a cloud in the sky

I cut off her beautiful face with a broken kitchen knife

No blood

No tears

No stress

All smiles

You didn't survive

She didn't survive

Her hair smelled like burning leaves

Execution

On your f**king knees

So blind

Losing my mind

So weak

No sympathy