Go ahead, check my fitful pulse
Can't you see that I'm dead with my heart exposed?
You know your death is forewarned
With your gouged eyes and singed hair
So allow me to perfect my misery
My masterpiece to fuck you up beyond ID
You're wrapped in plastic again
God lends a stockpile of your sins
I'll give you two fucking seconds
I'm crafting you, twisted memories
Savage artistry, shattered identity
The haunting realm, where your soul's now destroyed
The abyss beckons, your sanity frays
A relentless descent, into oblivion's haze
Ten fleeting seconds your end begins
Bloodshed, a lethal decree
Genetic code spells catastrophe
You won't survive as I rip you into five
I've mastered your fucking dead ways
WRITERS
Aiden Bessent, Don Campan, Hunter Young, Jonathan Whittle