Doormat

Smash my face into the pavement

Subhuman, reduce me to a doormat

Kneel to the flawless rulers

Pieces of pelvic structure sinews, tendons snapped

Your sole forever branded on my back

Teeth ingest the concrete, tongue wrapped around my neck

There's nothing but perfection or destruction

Sever the cord, peel back the scalp, impale my head for all to see

There's not a person on this planet that could slice me up quite as deep as me

Come cut me up

Come wipe your off sins on me

'Cause, baby, I will be your voodoo doll

I will be your punching bag

Stick a pin in me, I'll be your filthy little doormat

I could be your voodoo doll, I could be your punching bag

Egotistic sick intentions, pretentious false repentance

Take a look in the mirror

Before pointing bloody fingers my way

Hide the bodies in your closet 'fore you think of even speaking my fucking name

Toxic waste

Sacrificed to the flawless rulers

Get fucked

Drawn and quartered

May the streets turn red

Deflecting all your fucking failures

Through the child that's living in your fucking head

Fucking two-faced hypocrite

The executioner wears the mask

Can you not see your own reflection?

The wool is burning out from our eyes

A tarnished image of perfection