Cultures Of Violence

I clench my fists, blow my bones and go out willing to fight
My clenched teeth won't let me talk

I am prepared for any more disappointment
This hole you made is now empty and hate has taken hold of it

I almost prefer it because as a scorpion
Your clamps were small but your poison was too strong (Was too strong)
(Who the fuck you think you're talking to?)

Your body will be the representation of my pain
Your bawls will be the voices of my demons
I will charge all the pain you have caused
But interests will kill you

When you look up you will see my shadow
And that shit you can't copy of my brothers
We will consume any pinch of light

Your memory will disappear but your pain will not
Your time is fucking gone
Now it's your turn to run

I clench my fists
I hit your face
(You fall)
I stab your chest

I've never felt like this
Seeing your own self-destruction

I hate your choice
I hate your voice
Your voice nailed to my mind

(Boo)

Your memory will disappear but your pain will not
Your time is fucking gone
Now it's your turn to run

(Fucking run)

I clench my fists
(I clench my fists)
I hit your face
(Your face)
I stab your chest
You fucking fall