[Lyric] Blunt Force Induced Depression (Solid Feces)

I can't take the beatings anymore
The cranial blows exponentially decrease my will to live
I can't see anything but my own blood
Filling my eyes
Running down my arms
Dripping from my chin

I take the blade to my skin
Blood sprays out everywhere
The meat begin to tense

I blast off my testicles with a shotgun
My face is next

I place the cold steel against my chin and pull the trigger
I am still conscious

I'm not dead

I realize my mistake
My face is missing
I don't see anything
I taste pure blood
I grasp at my head
All if feel is pain