Blissful Death

Patricide: the killing of ones father,
 a song that cries to heaven... but don't be afraid
 I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in
 Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting
 a gas line of hate that connects to my body
 This struggle to feel you never let me
 heal am I going insane or is negligence real
 The reality is there's no room for this
 pig serotonin has told me it's my turn to dig
 Fire up and incinerate worthless remains
 And watch as his pestilent
 Rot turns to flames
 Festering your absence, a sickness that sleeps in the back of my brain
 You maggot, you coward
 You scream and she cowers
 But you never gave a shit
 Oh here we go again
 I watched you as you threw her to the floor
 Oh my god
 I wish you'd die
 Oh, fuck
 What so you think your a man?
 Standing there with a bottle in your hand
 I will never forget
 The look on your face
 A sorrowful swine, put you in your place
 Burn, burn, burn
 Fucking burn bitch
 Visions of your oh sweet blissful death
 Haunt my mind like the coldest ever taunting breath
 So Luring, whispering thoughts more twisted
 Escalating to dreaming of the tomb I would visit
 Once setting flame to flesh
 Embers enlighten
 Reflecting in the joyous tears bound to my eyes
 Accompanied by bleakened smile
 As I deliver you to the bowels of
 HELL
 Blood for blood
 Clawing at the walls of my skull
 I fear myself
 So Luring, I can't resist it
 You fucking dead beat
 I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in
 Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting
 a gas line of hate that connects to my body
 This struggle to feel you never let me
 heal am I going insane or is negligence real
 The reality is there's no room for this
 pig serotonin has told me it's my turn to dig
 Fire up and incinerate worthless remains
 And watch as his pestilent Rot turns to flames