V for Visceral To The Grave

You're
Fucked with a sharp object
Let's talk about high-impact
No mercy for innocence
The pliers are in you next

Squirm, for research purposes
Burns in the fur, we only learn that we're all murderers
Cold steel going in dry, cutting, opening wide
The reaper in a lab coat, syringe for a scythe
Scalpel shine reflected in those puppy dog eyes and deep throated
Cockroaches for the cleanup, bring in the locusts
Lipstick on a rat and it's still a rodent
If thеy ever need a motive why thе fuck I snapped tell em

This world is too sick to fix
Prep the prods, shock tactics motherfucker

The devil didn't make them do it
They knew better
Birds of a feather dying huddled together

Back off, back off
Are you scared? You fucking better be
Always use a rubber with you cunts don't know where you been
Taxidermist, pliers, axes, urges
I'll give you rats a purpose
I sentence you all to die
(And it goes like)