Less Talk More Blood

I'm so so tired, ready to waste away

Tired of your bullshit and your talk

Fucking giving every lame-ass excuse in the book

I've heard this story so many times before

Over and over I wonder when it will end

Come on now lets get to the finish

How about we change the world and make it about me

About my say and the things that I want

When I say die you flop dead

And when I say live you pop up again

Sons and daughters would soon rule this land

In which parents would become our slaves

Guardens of children are now like dogs

Beneath the feet of their master

Gentle to pet and qucik to scorn

And in this the world it wouldn't be so different

Just the ages of the tyrants would be reversed

Sometimes I wake up and just wish to kill you

To break your necks while you sleep

Ripping you open with my bare hands

And watching as your bowels fall out

Less talk now and more blood

I love it when I see you, the old, fall down

You speak down to me and now you're there

The same place that you put me

Not even caring how you hurt me over and over again

It doesn't matter until you are in the same fucking place

Watch as I break down these dredful walls

And let the sand of my affliction pour in

Covering you in a pile of rubble

In the same way that your words covered my soul

Leaving me with nothing, now I grow old

Before my time I have opened my own coffin

The eyes of death are no upon me

As you were the ones who always broke my heart

Somethings can only be healed so many times

So I wish to bring you there, the place before death

The step between a prayer and a nightmare

Where tears are born and rage begins to bloom

A union none of us asked for

We look back and wonder why any of this is happening

This life we hold to now is as nothing

Rotting to the sound of clapping

You fucking bastard just keep pushing more out

Motherfuckers with arms linked

It makes me laugh since you hate eachother with such ease

But even easier is the fact that you hate me most of all

Fucking me over time and again

When will all this bullshit end

Lets get the ball rolling and the blood flowing

I'm in the mood for a kill and you are victim number 5

For I've already put four in the grave

The countdown is now beginning

First was me, when I put myself off

Next was the memories I hated to keep

After that I had to kill myself again for I came back

Then it was all the bitchs who stole my heart, all in one grave

Now it's you, the birthright creaters, my flesh and blood

The makers of so much of why I hate

Ruining my fucking life so many times

Running over my face with your lies

I wish to kill again and now is the time