I've said everything, we've 

said it all before.



An Extra nail for your coffin.



I'm going to ride that horse

we've beaten to death

And deliver its stinking carcass

to your doorstep.

A gift from all the dead 

children



That are the progeny of your 

ballistic union.

Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul

No news is good news, but

I've got some news for you

Fetch me a rope, Lynch mob of 

one.



An extra nail for your coffin.



Sometimes its been mentioned

For uncertain reasons

You will never quiet this storm

A cold win to chill your bones



I bring the hammer down



Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul

No news is good news, but 

I've got some news for you

Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one.