engraved

pollution inside you're mind, deciever, unbeliever.
what have you really come here for? you sadistic piece of shit.
taking whats not yours, trickery is you're game.
you don't think someone would catch on.

you better hope I don't find you, faggot
youre death, engraved in my hands
you better hope i don't find you
motherfucker, youre history.

I want to watch the life dissapear from youre eyes
youre strength disintergate
all control lost
the blood won't come off my hands
nor will it matter.