Blissful Death

Patricide: the killing of ones father, a song that cries to heaven.... but don’t be afraid I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting a gas line of hate that connects to my body This struggle to feel you never let me heal am I going insane or is negligence real The reality is there’s no room for this pig serotonin has told me it’s my turn to dig Fire up and incinerate worthless remains And watch as his pestilent Rot turns to flames Festering your absence, a sickness that sleeps in the back of my brain You maggot, you coward You scream and she cowers But you never gave a shit Oh here we go again I watched you as you threw her to the floor Oh my god I wish you’d die Ooooooooooooooofuck What so you think your a man? Standing there with a bottle in your hand I will never forget The look on your face A sorrowful swine, put you in your place Burn x3 Fucking burn bitch David: Visions of your oh sweet blissful death Haunt my mind like the coldest ever taunting breath So Luring, whispering thoughts more twisted Escalating to dreaming of the tomb I would visit Once setting flame to flesh Embers enlighten Reflecting in the joyous tears bound to my eyes Accompanied by bleakened smile As I deliver you to the bowels of HELL Blood for blood Clawing at the walls of my skull I fear myself So Luring, I can’t resist it You fucking dead beat I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting a gas line of hate that connects to my body This struggle to feel you never let me heal am I going insane or is negligence real The reality is there’s no room for this pig serotonin has told me it’s my turn to dig Fire up and incinerate worthless remains And watch as his pestilent Rot turns to flames