| Oh so sweet yet oh so miserable.
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| It felt so good to finally clear the air — as I spilled my guts.
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| The guilt fades away — as I spill your guts.
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| It only hurts the first time,
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| until you find conviction to draw first blood and suffocate remorse
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| and realize that your actions were «beautiful"in a violent sense of the word.
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| The skin peels away — as I spill your guts.
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| There’s nothing sweeter than the taste of the blood of a rapist.
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| Stand triumphant and decorate with the fabrics that you were once made of.
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| And suffocate remorse.
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| Realize that your actions were so beautiful in a violent sense of the word.
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| As time passes on, there is no shadow of doubt or guilt.
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| I did to ensure… you will burn.
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| Holding the blood reigns to success,
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| I have lead a one man army.
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| I’d like nothing better than to sever your head and set that pig on fire.
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| As tiem passes on, there is no shadow of coubt or guilt.
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| But I must admit, I fill much pants better as I do my cell, withering into old
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| age.
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| It’s so wrong to do what’s right,
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| but I still think they’ve persecuted a hero,
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| because you’d be on my side if this happened to your little brother. |