slice open the fentanyl patch
consume the gel inside
chase it down with lorcets and oxycotton
because i dont give a fuck tonight
there is a gleaming shine in the serpents eye
where the witches burn and the virgins die
there is a growing hate i am glad to supply
i will be there shineing through the afterlife
see the face of your enemy
feel the blade press into your ribcage
your life aint shit to me
there is a burning sign in the autumn sky
where the wolfbane blooms under moonlight
there is a growing hate i am glad to supply
i will be here shineing in the afterlife
death is comming
your end is comming