Aqua-Magnetic

Versatility is gone small and easy as a maggot to the core
 Growing is old news
 Soiled and bitter sewn shut just filling up water on the knees
 What have I become
 I saw you grass-hopper at the tail end of a pack of wolves
 Trying to understand volume and being constantly punctuated
 Handgrenades are glowing red my calluses have turned to steel
 It's all too glorious the want to kill
 The hog is home no more spitting blanks
 With the right amount of money the bullets could be aimed for you
 Never had he thought that he could be dead
 Spoiled sick your misfortune is grand
 I'm sorry the aim is sharp
 I'm on sick leave now
 What have I become, Aqua-magnetic
 My lips breed violence, what have I become
 Looks pig-headed and monstrous, what have I become
 The handle is warm and I'm ready to bleed
 Sharp is as the blade that it looks to be
 That's what it looks like to me
 Synthetically grown handed ranks in one slow fold
 Cool flames ease the erupting core
 You have to stand there to know the victim, the septic idol
 Shot in the knees luckily synthetics can be sewn
 Nothing more than mineral burning eyes bought out the end
 Saddle bags, shedding skin, dead is dead