I am to the point with all

You mother fucking pricks.

I need you to take a few steps back,

You really make me sick.

I dream of torure towards you,

Show no mercy at all

Just get away before I

Smash your head against the wall.

I’l stab a twisted dagger in your stomach,

Watch you cough up blood.

I’ll make you eat a ton of dirt,

Then make you vomit mud.

I’ll chain you to a table

Just to show you my contempt.

I’ll chop off all your useless joints

Until I feel content.

I’ll gouge your eyes and let you cry

And when you’re finally ready.

You’ll be skinned and then your skin

Will fall down like confetti.

I’ll roast you over the fire, until

You scream you’ve had enough.

Then I’ll keep on roasting

Until I think the meat is tough.

Chop you up to little bits

And feed you to the snakes.

It’s not like me to think like this,

But my heart is filled with hate.