Blissful Death (Live from Hell)
Patricide: the killing of ones father,
a song that cries to heaven... but don't be afraid
I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in
Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting
a gas line of hate that connects to my body
This struggle to feel you never let me
heal am I going insane or is negligence real
The reality is there's no room for this
pig serotonin has told me it's my turn to dig
Fire up and incinerate worthless remains
And watch as his pestilent
Rot turns to flames
Festering your absence, a sickness that sleeps in the back of my brain
You maggot, you coward
You scream and she cowers
But you never gave a shit
Oh here we go again
I watched you as you threw her to the floor
Oh my god
I wish you'd die
Oh, fuck
What so you think your a man?
Standing there with a bottle in your hand
I will never forget
The look on your face
A sorrowful swine, put you in your place
Burn, burn, burn
Fucking burn bitch
Visions of your oh sweet blissful death
Haunt my mind like the coldest ever taunting breath
So Luring, whispering thoughts more twisted
Escalating to dreaming of the tomb I would visit
Once setting flame to flesh
Embers enlighten
Reflecting in the joyous tears bound to my eyes
Accompanied by bleakened smile
As I deliver you to the bowels of
HELL
Blood for blood
Clawing at the walls of my skull
I fear myself
So Luring, I can't resist it
You fucking dead beat
I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in
Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting
a gas line of hate that connects to my body
This struggle to feel you never let me
heal am I going insane or is negligence real
The reality is there's no room for this
pig serotonin has told me it's my turn to dig
Fire up and incinerate worthless remains
And watch as his pestilent Rot turns to flames
a song that cries to heaven... but don't be afraid
I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in
Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting
a gas line of hate that connects to my body
This struggle to feel you never let me
heal am I going insane or is negligence real
The reality is there's no room for this
pig serotonin has told me it's my turn to dig
Fire up and incinerate worthless remains
And watch as his pestilent
Rot turns to flames
Festering your absence, a sickness that sleeps in the back of my brain
You maggot, you coward
You scream and she cowers
But you never gave a shit
Oh here we go again
I watched you as you threw her to the floor
Oh my god
I wish you'd die
Oh, fuck
What so you think your a man?
Standing there with a bottle in your hand
I will never forget
The look on your face
A sorrowful swine, put you in your place
Burn, burn, burn
Fucking burn bitch
Visions of your oh sweet blissful death
Haunt my mind like the coldest ever taunting breath
So Luring, whispering thoughts more twisted
Escalating to dreaming of the tomb I would visit
Once setting flame to flesh
Embers enlighten
Reflecting in the joyous tears bound to my eyes
Accompanied by bleakened smile
As I deliver you to the bowels of
HELL
Blood for blood
Clawing at the walls of my skull
I fear myself
So Luring, I can't resist it
You fucking dead beat
I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in
Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting
a gas line of hate that connects to my body
This struggle to feel you never let me
heal am I going insane or is negligence real
The reality is there's no room for this
pig serotonin has told me it's my turn to dig
Fire up and incinerate worthless remains
And watch as his pestilent Rot turns to flames
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Nowatzki, Christian Nowatzski, David John Simonich, Jacob Gordon, Levi Dunn, Peter Higgs, Taylor Barber
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