CAUTION TAPE/CENTIPEDE, Pt. 2

Blood all upon the fucking grave
Kill him for his bounty, I get paid
"There's no good in the world" you don't say
Sit in silence as my soul decays
How many shots will I fire today?
Suspect of the killing just like O.J
Slit your fucking throat, got nothing to say
I'm burning shit like Notre Dame

Knife in hand, hate of man
Got a hit, I make a plan
Throat is cut, mouth is shut
Put the knife into his gut
Fuck this shit, plan a hit
Kill myself, no one gives a shit
Feel the hate, bloody slate
Filled with rage, your life, I take
Blade out of my pocket and I'm fucking shit up
Childhood trauma, limbs are covered with cuts
Fuck everyone here, don't need you to rise up
I am nihilistic, bout you, I don't give a fuck
What I gotta do to prove to you that these are real thoughts
Think my anger's fake, bitch I will kill you, do not test my glock
You don't know about my demons, I'll make sure that you get taught
You're a fucking target, pull the trigger and I hit the dot

Everything is turning red, lives will be lost
I am being choked by the storm and the frost
Blade to your wrist, you are worth no cost
I will cause a genocide like the holocaust
Holes everywhere and the blood is leaking slowly
Dirt on the wounds, that bitch laying down lowly
Ritualistic, I am fucking unholy
Cock the gun back, causing mass murder solely
Everything is turning red, lives will be lost
Everything is turning red, lives will be lost
Everything is turning red, lives will be lost
Everything is turning red, lives will be lost
You're about to make me break, I got murder energy
See me in the fog, something, I'm an unknown entity
I will never leave the pit, you can't fucking better me
Happy Halloween bitch, ooze, crawling, centipede



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Hayes
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