Infected
Welcome to the trilogy of death. When you die, these lyrics die with you.
And they will be the only words you will be remembered by.
I've reached the end of my compassion. Let's go
Let's bring it back to 2014
New Years Eve, on the prowl looking for some pussy
See this cute little brunette dancing real strange
Come up to her and this girl is kinda hot
Ten minutes later I got her legs wrapped around my dick
Straight drunk fucking thot
Swinging her fucking twat
Six months later what a thriller
Dumb fucking bitch I wanna kill her
Throw her out the fucking window and walk away
Every moment I keep thinking this is the day
That I'mma choke this cunt out and escape
There is only so much a man can truly take
The only way this is gonna end is at the end of a rope
And the noose gets really fucking tight around your throat
God is gonna sit this one out he abandoned me a long time ago
Every fucking part of me is going to be letting you know
That you're gonna regret calling me a psycho
You wanna see a fucking psycho
Give me a keyboard and I'll let you know
For two fucking years I kept the doors boarded up
The gates closed so no one knows
No one has to see the monster you created in me
It's your fucking fault that this is how it had to be
So when I kick the chair out from under your feet
Scream and cry go ahead no one fucking knows
As the rope tightens around your throat
You're lifeless body struggling to breathe
Will be the only orgasm I need to see
Slowly suffocating, masturbating, to the thought of you gasping for air
I don't care, doesn't phase me one bit
Like you said
It is what it is
Label me the fucking creep
With the devil in me
Close my doors try to hide
Write "dead inside"
Because for a sociopath like me
I feel the need to immediately
Write your eulogy
No one will attend your funeral bitch they fucking hate you
Worthless fucking cunt, got divorced, hard to put a ring on a filthy whore
Turning 44, Don't want you anymore
Infected, infected
We reached capacity
Break the quarantine
Infected, infected
We reached capacity
Break the quarantine
Let this fucking whore out the door
Ain't no one gonna want you no more
I haven't truly decided on which way I want you to die
I still gotta figure out why
You said you wanted to commit suicide
So let me help, grab the gun, grab the knife, let's have some fun
Carve your heart right out your chest, leave all the rest
Slice your fucking neck, make a mess
And leave you fucking dead
But leave the head
It's time for some face fucking
And they will be the only words you will be remembered by.
I've reached the end of my compassion. Let's go
Let's bring it back to 2014
New Years Eve, on the prowl looking for some pussy
See this cute little brunette dancing real strange
Come up to her and this girl is kinda hot
Ten minutes later I got her legs wrapped around my dick
Straight drunk fucking thot
Swinging her fucking twat
Six months later what a thriller
Dumb fucking bitch I wanna kill her
Throw her out the fucking window and walk away
Every moment I keep thinking this is the day
That I'mma choke this cunt out and escape
There is only so much a man can truly take
The only way this is gonna end is at the end of a rope
And the noose gets really fucking tight around your throat
God is gonna sit this one out he abandoned me a long time ago
Every fucking part of me is going to be letting you know
That you're gonna regret calling me a psycho
You wanna see a fucking psycho
Give me a keyboard and I'll let you know
For two fucking years I kept the doors boarded up
The gates closed so no one knows
No one has to see the monster you created in me
It's your fucking fault that this is how it had to be
So when I kick the chair out from under your feet
Scream and cry go ahead no one fucking knows
As the rope tightens around your throat
You're lifeless body struggling to breathe
Will be the only orgasm I need to see
Slowly suffocating, masturbating, to the thought of you gasping for air
I don't care, doesn't phase me one bit
Like you said
It is what it is
Label me the fucking creep
With the devil in me
Close my doors try to hide
Write "dead inside"
Because for a sociopath like me
I feel the need to immediately
Write your eulogy
No one will attend your funeral bitch they fucking hate you
Worthless fucking cunt, got divorced, hard to put a ring on a filthy whore
Turning 44, Don't want you anymore
Infected, infected
We reached capacity
Break the quarantine
Infected, infected
We reached capacity
Break the quarantine
Let this fucking whore out the door
Ain't no one gonna want you no more
I haven't truly decided on which way I want you to die
I still gotta figure out why
You said you wanted to commit suicide
So let me help, grab the gun, grab the knife, let's have some fun
Carve your heart right out your chest, leave all the rest
Slice your fucking neck, make a mess
And leave you fucking dead
But leave the head
It's time for some face fucking
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Mielech
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