Nailgun

Nailgun
I poisoned the rat
Left her dying on her back
She had no plague or sickness left to give
I had no reason to let her live
Open wounds have no stories to tell
Walking corpses
Living dead shell
I gutted the pig
No funeral plans, no graves to dig
A plague of snakes
No pity for your fuc*** mistakes

Dead eyes
Buried bodies used for fertilizer
Dead eyes
Always a liar
I fuc*** despised her
Mind of a snake
Mouth of a pig
Slither in your swill swallowing shit
I've never seen vermin with such smooth skin
Put lipstick on a pig and it's still a fuc*** pig
I noticed you wanted to run
That's when you noticed the gun
I guarantee that won't make you any safer
Sayonara – see you later
Dead eyes
Dead eyes
On the clearest of days
Not a cloud in the sky
I cut off her beautiful face with a broken kitchen knife
No blood
No tears
No stress
All smiles
You didn't survive
She didn't survive
Her hair smelled like burning leaves
Execution
On your fuc*** knees
So blind
Losing my mind
So weak
No sympathy