The Rooster That Shops at Big and Tall

I've been searching through the depths of my mind
A reason to tame this evil beast inside
This argument is only met with lies
Blood soaked sheets and bloodshot eyes
I wont let this go
I wont let this go

I will peel the flesh from your bones
And feast on your fucking soul
I will peel the flesh from your bones
And feast on your fucking soul

This hatred is mine
Rotting inside
The taste of death keeps me alive
This hatred is mine
Rotting inside
The taste of death keeps me alive
I will devour you
I will devour you

I will peel the flesh from your bones
And feast on your fucking soul
I will peel the flesh from your bones
And feast on your fucking soul

I'll cut out your fucking tongue bitch
So you can taste your bullshit
So you can taste your bullshit
So you can taste your bullshit



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Dye
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