Pantera Living Through Me (hell's Wrath)
I cannot take the take, your condition was nod awakeA selfish cryer, boldface liar, robbing all of what you could take inStabbed towards a death, a dirty smelling girlShit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice of chaos Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,Sunken eyes, whining dog, it's times like thisYou should pray for neverI broke your f..cking mold, then threw away theCast, new religion and new provisions, it's amazing you're alive Drop the needle and stop what you're changing intoErase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed moreSo I mended severed ties, through flesh we cauterizedthe undeserving, sliming, writhing, I filled you up with watered promise Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley f..ck, angel dust, anal whore,Bleeding knees, it's times like this to pray for murder So now I've seen it all, Hells' wrath,No man has greater glory, cause now you're living through meSo I'm done with saving you, a gift unto myself,A tired savior, a wasted favor, and I'm lucky I'm alive