Wigsplit
I will see! Yes, sir! Break the right to your head Refuse the path that God had given Pull the trigger on the reflection of the image of your face You're on foreign easy wounds Easy wounds, easy wounds God bless your elders Put the gun in your fucking mouth Paint the ceiling with your memories Gripping the floor as I rip you Your glass will never open again Your black paint on your fucking face You'll have to be prosecuted What a day for an execution you It's fucked Can you see me? Listen, I am two sеconds away from calling the police it in time Wе're out in the middle of nowhere What do you want? To see what your insides look like
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 09, 2026
Your body into four different fucking pieces Bury you in six different trees You'll never see the light of day Stop with your precious life God please show me where I went wrong God please show me where I went fucking wrong You think this is a joke? This shit ain't fucking funny, your life's a joke We'll soon die to cries of pain I'll cause you pain and suffering Death will be your only release Six different grapes All your serious fakes In the blink of an eye Into five Time flies when you have a gun Time flies when you have a I flies when you have a gun I flies when you love me
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 09, 2026