Unmarked Scalps

Walking among us
With a book of gilded shit
Shoving it down your throats
Just like they do to kids

I'd like to run a knife
Where each white collar sits
Taking a trophy for each
Halo wearing bitch

Violence for violation
Begin annihilation
There is no salvation
Collecting
My scalps

I slit the eyelids back
Full awareness as I exact
My retribution for the buried souls
With my exacto

Sliding my writhing knives
Beneath the hairlines of these
Crying
Praying
Dying
Cosmic concubines

Fall to your knees and beg
I'll anoint your forehead
With
My
Blade

Liars
Basking in their donations and praise
Scalp them at the altars
Altering the so called fathers
As we show them violation is repaid

I anoint them with my blade

Walking among us
With the book of hypocrites
I'd like to run a knife
Where each white collar sits

Sliding my writhing knives
Beneath the hairlines
Of these lying
Crying
Praying
Dying
Anointed with my knives

Violence for violation
Begin annihilation
There is no salvation
Collecting
My scalps



Credits
Writer(s): Itaov Band
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