Putrid Pile

Suicide is for the weak
That's why I chose this way for you to die
You don't want
Me to be
Your killer
Your suffering would be what nightmares are made of
Tied up to my cross of death
Your hands free to cut your own wrists
Bleed out
Put on a morbid display for me
Front row to the show you see
Threats to rid yourself from the world
Have finally become reality
Put on a morbid display for me
Front row to the show you see
Threats to rid yourself from the world
Have finally become reality
Surprise
Before you die
Blunt force trauma to your skull
I bet you didn't see that coming
The most important home run of my life
Shit and piss splat on the floor
Expiration finally occurs