Nailgun - The Acacia Strain

I poisoned the rat

Left her dying on her back

She had no plague or sickness left to give

I had no reason to let her live

Open wounds have no stories to tell

Walking corpses

Living dead shell

I gutted the pig

No funeral plans, no graves to dig

A plague of snakes

No pity for your fucking mistakes

Dead eyes

Buried bodies used for fertilizer

Dead eyes

Always a liar

I fucking despised her

Mind of a snake

Mouth of a pig

Slither in your swill swallowing shit

I’ve never seen vermin with such smooth skin

Put lipstick on a pig and it’s still a fucking pig

I noticed you wanted to run

That’s when you noticed the gun

I guarantee that won’t make you any safer

Sayonara — see you later

Dead eyes

Dead eyes

On the clearest of days

Not a cloud in the sky

I cut off her beautiful face with a broken kitchen knife

No blood

No tears

No stress

All smiles

You didn’t survive

She didn’t survive

Her hair smelled like burning leaves

Execution

On your fucking knees

So blind

Losing my mind

So weak

No sympathy