Coffin

Fuck it I'm still stepping over roaches Setting fire to the locusts Hide in plain sight Peel the paint back, lay the strychnine Still stepping over roaches Setting fire to the locusts Set the trap Bet those rats come crawling back Walking talking trigger warning Falling on deaf ears Still spitting that same old story, I eat your sorries I came here for blood, fuck an apology It must be so easy being so weak Sink your rows of teeth Suck me dry you fucking leech Split a hair a thousand times until you feel justified Dig deep in a shallow reach to exhume nothing worth my time It must be so easy slithering without a spine Steeled and genocide incentivised, Itching to wipe the slate clean with pressurised insecticide You gotta burn the house down Just to snuff the rats out You fucking rats