Violence

Grab the bastard by the throat,
squeeze it tight, proceed to choke,
the life out of this fucking joke,
I hung him like a winter coat,
winter's coming, winter's cold,
blood stains in the winter's snow,
do my dirt, then got to go,
gut a priest then hit the door,
violence is on overdrive,
my pedals right down to the floor,
I can't stop stabbin' till they can't identify this bitch no more
Light em up, or burn em down,
seven bodies on the ground,
devils dance in distance,
as the flames are burning all around,
can't you see beyond the hate?
One more victim makes it eight
count the corpses, countin' cards,
I think I'm going for a straight.
Peel the flesh just like a rind,
final target makes it nine.
I think I'll resurrect them,
so I can do it one more time.

Burn the bodies, burn them well,
burn them and send them to hell,
cut their throat and chop em up
put the pieces in the trunk,
take the living, lock em up,
making sure they don't get found,
in the cellar, underground,
stuffing their mouth so they don't make a sound,
some of them suffer, while some of them drown,
yell at the rest, I ain't fucking around,
carving their face in the shape of a frown,
fuck using handcuffs, I'm nailing them down.
Cut em up, and bleed em out,
hook em by their fucking mouth,
keep on pulling on their skin until they're turning inside out
till they start to scream and shout,
cry to God, then start to doubt,
some will call me sick but I don't know what they be talking 'bout.