Dismember Mistweaver
I put the 9mm glock to your head and gently squeese the trigger blowing out your f..cking brains on the wall in all kind of crazy figures So what are you gonna do now you piece of shit you're such a f..cking shit how f..cking stupid can a man be you've should have known better Weaving my world from the cord of your soul as I slowly f..ck the bullet exit hole through the funeral mist I drag you to my temple dead yet so alive living in my dreams Nothing brings me greater joy than the memory of when I wiped that smile from your lips the look of horror in your eyes as I pulled out a gun and pointed it at your f..cking face