Sting of Torment
Fuck it's a beautiful day today
Window's open, breeze rolls in
You enter my dominion
With intentions of obscenity
Day is ruined by your heinous conduct
Now I'm angry, temper rising, cunt will die
Violent animosity resides within you
The recognition of my death is near
Bred only to induce fear
A putrid beast of black and yellow
Heart rate peaking
Death is imminent
You enter my dominion
With intentions of obscenity
Eugh
Bree ee oi eugh
Bree ee o ree ooh
Bree bree oi a bree
Eugh oi a bree
Fuck I am done with these toxiferous hornets
My skin is bare and I am out of cunt spray
A hungry horde of septic drones
Strikes my skin and fucks my life
Bred only to induce fear
A putrid beast of black and yellow
Heart rate peaking
Death is imminent
You enter my dominion
With intentions of obscenity
Eugh
Bree ee oi eugh
Bree ee o ree ooh
Bree bree oi a bree
Eugh oi a bree
Sting of torment
The puncture wound of trepidation
Now engulfs in sickness
Grievous inflammation
Throat is closing, suffocation
Violent diarrhoea
My pulse is weakening
Respiratory systems failing
Loss of vision, senses fading
Hope it's soft, here comes the floor
Now I lay deceased
The puncture wound of trepidation
Now engulfs in sickness
Window's open, breeze rolls in
You enter my dominion
With intentions of obscenity
Day is ruined by your heinous conduct
Now I'm angry, temper rising, cunt will die
Violent animosity resides within you
The recognition of my death is near
Bred only to induce fear
A putrid beast of black and yellow
Heart rate peaking
Death is imminent
You enter my dominion
With intentions of obscenity
Eugh
Bree ee oi eugh
Bree ee o ree ooh
Bree bree oi a bree
Eugh oi a bree
Fuck I am done with these toxiferous hornets
My skin is bare and I am out of cunt spray
A hungry horde of septic drones
Strikes my skin and fucks my life
Bred only to induce fear
A putrid beast of black and yellow
Heart rate peaking
Death is imminent
You enter my dominion
With intentions of obscenity
Eugh
Bree ee oi eugh
Bree ee o ree ooh
Bree bree oi a bree
Eugh oi a bree
Sting of torment
The puncture wound of trepidation
Now engulfs in sickness
Grievous inflammation
Throat is closing, suffocation
Violent diarrhoea
My pulse is weakening
Respiratory systems failing
Loss of vision, senses fading
Hope it's soft, here comes the floor
Now I lay deceased
The puncture wound of trepidation
Now engulfs in sickness
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Writer(s): Ben Anthony
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