Like Pouring Salt on a Slug - The Cumshots

My fists two bullets

Just ripping through your face

Is that your cheekbone exploding

Like a pane of glass

Porcelain under my fist

Cutting through my knuckles

Like razors

I really should have killed you

But I think I’ll pass

Like pouring salt on a slug

It’s the pain

Not the fact that you’ll die

You are nothing but a bug

That I’m torturing slowly

Like pouring salt on a slug

I am truth and you are a liar

Your grave has already been dug

Don’t take it so poorly

Isn’t it ironic how you want to

Scream but you can’t

I’ve got your tongue in my hand

And still you’re able to taste your

Own blood filling your lungs

Guess your body has

Become a betrayal

Well I’m just a humble cleaner

And you, my friend, you’re waste

Like pouring salt on a slug

It’s the pain

Not the fact that you’ll die

You are nothing but a bug

That I’m torturing slowly

Like pouring salt on a slug

I am truth and you are a liar

Your grave has already been dug

Don’t take it so poorly