Lyrics

Your attention please, I need answers Where was your head at and who's your maker? Tell me the truth now, did you enjoy yourself Give me your throat now, see how you like it Not a memory to take with her Not a child, not even a photo album Strangled, naked, lying wet because of you Die slowly Anticipation, you've been mislead I'll not be satisfied until you're dead Am I not feeble enough for you? Am I not fragile enough for you two? Seems like the odds were in your favor Two against one now, you fucking cowards Not a memory to take with her Not a child, not even a photo album To think her last thoughts were of you regurgitates my hate Because that's bullshit, fucking bullshit There's no place like home There's no place I'd rather be Than to see you hanging from a fucking rope Die slowly