Lyrics Like Pouring Salt on a Slug - The Cumshots

Like Pouring Salt on a Slug

My fists two bullets
Just ripping through your face
Is that your cheekbone exploding
Like a pane of glass
Porcelain under my fist
Cutting through my knuckles
Like razors
I really should have killed you
But I think I’ll pass
Like pouring salt on a slug
It’s the pain
Not the fact that you’ll die
You are nothing but a bug
That I’m torturing slowly
Like pouring salt on a slug
I am truth and you are a liar
Your grave has already been dug
Don’t take it so poorly
Isn’t it ironic how you want to
Scream but you can’t
I’ve got your tongue in my hand
And still you’re able to taste your
Own blood filling your lungs
Guess your body has
Become a betrayal
Well I’m just a humble cleaner
And you, my friend, you’re waste
Like pouring salt on a slug
It’s the pain
Not the fact that you’ll die
You are nothing but a bug
That I’m torturing slowly
Like pouring salt on a slug
I am truth and you are a liar
Your grave has already been dug
Don’t take it so poorly