El Piñata de la Muerte

Lyrics

Remember my face, dirty man? Smack me with a frying pan Maybe this will all come back to you You gave me a fever a long time ago I never got better, remember me yet? This is This is This is where I celebrate my recovery This is where I celebrate my recovery I'll find creative ways to strip your body parts and use them as And use them as weapons of torture, my mother will be proud Maybe you can appreciate this saw created with your nails Use it to cut off your lips and stuff them in your nostrils Empty my bladder into your filthy mouth Gargle my fluid Gargle my fluid Gargle my fluid Gargle my fluid Hum you an old tune Hum you an old tune Dismember your legs Dismember your legs Hum you an old tune Hum you an old tune Hung upside down by your waist I blindfold myself With the skin of your thigh Spin 5 times And use your leg To swing at you Like a piñata You explode The remedy All over me All over me My fever is gone and so are you My fever is gone and so are you My fever is gone and so are you