Her Poisoned Tongues

Birthed from the cocoon of lunacy
 A child raised by the seed of dementia forming
 Fatherless daughter of false poisoned tongues
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 She moves upon her own path of madness astray
 From fear that she will soon be used like scum
 Hypnotic to her victims that she chooses to suck dry
 Hypocritic, Parasitic lies
 You wretched filth mark my words your life shal be taken by my hands
 I'll tear the pulsing bag of shit from your chest and burn it before your eyes
 Upon your grave I shall stand as a monument of hate that will never move
 And I will smile in content at your passing in my malevolence
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 With all resentment aside
 You are best where you've always belonged
 Under six feet of shit nailed in a pinewood box
 And I am content in seeing what a whore you are
 And I will be the one to watch you leave this place
 As I bury you
 And I see you for the whore that you are
 
 For the whore that you are
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 With feet of shit nailed in a pinewood box
 So what will you have to say when my hands begin to crush your neck
 And the air begins to leave your lungs
 And your eyes roll back
 Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built
 And have to answer for every drop of blood you've split
 Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built
 And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
 Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built
 And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
 Where will you turn when you've burned every bridge you've built
 And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
 Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built
 And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
 Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built
 And have to answer for every drop of blood you've spilt
 Where will you turn when you've destroyed every bridge you've built