Tekster: Upon A Burning Body. Other. Homicidal View.

Count your blessings and wait for death
to take you home and let your soul fly free
every body thought there would be blood
filled knee deep, now
your blessings die for the chance to set
your soul free
now sit and wait for it
tell your family to remember me
ill be there for you, when your six feet fast asleep in
your new shine box
everyone has to die and i think today is your day to go
all i hate, smashes down right before my eyes
picking up the peaces of your broken face
picking up the peaces that i hate of you
this is what i thought it would be like
i planed this day just
to watch you die right before me
write this down and listen closely
i want you dead
tonight
ive seen this all before and i'm sure ill see it all again so just kill yourself
homicidal view
lets burn away memories or when we thought we would be
the one thing everyone needs
no one is here to stay,
(chant-hate)
we all just fade away
i did this all for you
i wrote this all for you
i saved it for your death
its a shame you have to die