Now that we're all here... there's something that we need to air...
You're tense... their faces.... Vacant, but they smile sincere...
(Your) mother reaches... lurches... but she vomits dry
We love you son... it's a shame that now you have to die
He's a mess tubes pour from every orifice........who calls this majestic?
He's broken glass and you've put him on display
You fucking cowards have you no shame.
Watching them change
Twitch and convulse
The poison is slow but it matches the pulse
What's wrong...... With his hand?
(Shut the fuck up) this...
Wasn't part of the plan
After all...
Moving out of luck... you crack two answers... crimson when they're finally struck
Pound the rubble... like a rapist... caught in the act so you know he's fucked
Their heads, an abstract idea, are suctioned to your fists by the pulpy mess
But there are shades of regret that you end with a bullet and a fade to bliss
He's a mess, tubes pour from every orifice........who calls this majestic?
He's broken glass and you've put him on display
You fucking cowards have you no shame.
Watching them change
Twitch and convulse
The poison is slow but is matches the pulse
What's wrong...... With his hand?
(Shut the fuck up)
This...wasn't part of the plan
After all...
A bloody scene
Blood and scene