Bloody black teeth
Always asking why me?

It's the last thing
Acting politely
No more watching from the cover of the black screen
Just filled his page
Chance is full of rage
Said the name and he won't live to see another day

He won't find peace beneath thin wooden floors
When sleeping at six feet is what we long for

No one
No one will grieve
This home is a cemetery
With their blood on my hands
I'll show no mercy

As if the violence means anything

I only see the red running down my hands
Could this be the end?
Not if you just follow the fucking plan

It's unlikely
They might surprise me
It's either them or me
No more asking nicely

Will you find your peace? (no)
You won't find fucking peace
Trying to find last words to speak
I'll help you spit out your teeth

No one
No one will grieve
The home is a cemetery
And he filled the walls with bodies decomposing

It's the last thing
That he asked me
No more questions when you put him in the backseat
Bloody black teeth
Says they last piece
Said the name and now there's no more treading lightly
It's always: Why me? From they high seat
But answer's always: You deserved it if you ask me