Nailgun The Acacia Strain

I poisoned the rat
Left her dying laying 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

[Guitar solo]

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