Fit For An Autopsy Digging Shallow Graves
Paralyzed by the overwhelming sense of failure
The weight of guilt and the dirt beneath my fingernails
I can't erase your stench from my skin
I'll never let you get away with what you did to me
I don't think you get the point
I don't think you understand just how far I'll go
All youve ever made me want to do is slit your throat
Never a word to be spoken from your mouth again
You are the empty well I placed my heart in
Now I will be the shallow grave you bury your life in
Your suffering will be the end of mine
Grind your teeth on this you f..cking pig
Punishment to fit the crime
I'll watch you slip away
I'm sorry it had to end like this
I'll watch you slip away
The trails of blood and flesh
Will lead them to what's left of you
I don't think you get the point
I don't think you understand
All I want to do is slit your throat
It's going to be a cold day in Hell before I let you ruin my f..cking life
It's going to be a cold day in Hell before I let you live your life
