“If you cut off my head, what would I say? Me and my…me and my head or me and my body?”
Torment
The stench
One side, inside
No doubt, lost count
Brutalize
Half red eyes
Decide, which side, whose side
You're in the middle of the fire
A scythe, a smock is sharp, so sharp
No conscience
Such confidence
A crooked ear
So insincere
A glue on smile
Your social style
Tyrant rules is such a fool
Superior good advice
It's so nice from you
Arguments so hideous
They're heaven sent
You can't repent
Words like ice
Cut the lies
Announce, announce my demise
Oh, christ, christ why’d you die?
“What would, what would my head call itself?”
No conscience
Such confidence
The crooked ear
So insincere
The glue on smile
The social style
Your tyrant rule is such a fool
“Take out.., take, take, take out my stomach, my kidneys…assuming that were possible, would I say me and my intestines?”
No conscience
Such confidence
Your crooked ear
You’re so insincere
The glue on smile
Your social style
Your tyrant, your rule, you’re nobody’s fool
Superior good advice
Blood red and arguments
Heaven sent torment my stench
Putrefy, putrefy
Wise, so wise, you're not so wise
Shadow, shadow, shadow, why?
No conscience
Such confidence
Your crooked ear
You’re insincere
The glue on smile
The social style
The tyrant that rules is such a fool
