Song: Gucci Bodybags
Year: 2022
Viewed: 107 - Published at: 9 years ago

We are gathered here today
To put the past in a grave
To rip the heart from her chest
And watch her body decay

We adjourn here this evening
Drenched in deceit and treason
Just like everyone else
You’ll vanish without reason

Maybe it’s time I stop getting sad
And start getting even

Crack the bones in your chest
You’re pleading, keep bleeding
Lеarning how to leave
Remains your grеatest teaching
I can’t see a thing through the webs that you weave
And it’s you vs. the truth, I know what I’ll believe

You said you always liked it with my hand around your throat
Let’s see how much you like it when you really fucking choke
Pull hard, yeah, suspend your body by the rope
Cut you up and paint the walls
Like a modern-day Picasso
Here’s a thought, maybe i’ll just fuck all your friends
Oh no, I won’t kill you, you’ll just wish you were dead
I’ll make sure you never have anyone ever again
I’ll be the voice in your ear singing “put the gun to your head.”


Yeah your life must be hard, taking everyone for granted
When every single thing you want you just get handed
Yeah life’s a fucking bitch when live by those standards
Yeah life’s a fucking bitch so that makes me the bastard

So I’ll deal you a hand like the one that you dealt me
I’ll tear out your teeth and your eyes so you can’t see
Drive nails through your ears, shred your tongue so you can’t scream
Next time you wanna kill me, double tap and fucking bury me in concrete

[Matt:]
Gritting teeth
So hard they’re almost splitting
I feel the grip of execution
Crawling beneath my skin

Sitting all alone in the dark
Waiting for the end to come

[Alex:]
Grinding my teeth as I’m pounding your flesh and the meat starts to split with a fresh wave of crying
I’d love nothing more than to lick those sad little gems from your cheeks
As they trickle and mingle with sick
[John:]
So you wanna know what years of dealing with shit alone feels like, huh?
Well, it’s kinda like a right hook to the chin
Or a white hot knife to the skin
So you really wanna know, huh?
Well buckle up kid

Drilled into my mind, make it seem that it’s all fine
Berate myself, make me believe that it’s all fake (you lied)

I’m not the one you want, but you’re the one thing that I need
I’m what fucks you up inside, from mental torment you can’t hide

So smother me, eat me up or swallow me whole
Cause suicidal thoughts are knocking better fucking pay the toll

( Introvert (PA) )
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