fly for the door    I    can taste those    glands of fear    you extract yourself    as    I still draw    near    a target fixated    on    your face so    closed casket is necessary    safe haven is so far away    soon the hounds will search    and smell you rotten and decayed    decomposing in this    earth..I...still...share...no...remorse...for...helping...you...to....become....a....corpse...    I wanted this for so long Im ecstatic    deception I'll bleed you dry    all eight pints pumping from your throat you grow faint as I speak now I am known    I could push you a thousand times from the highest tower you should have seen this coming you fucking coward    live another second to see disgust in my eyes    this is what you get for taking innocence from their lives    you wont be forgotten your mutilation was not an option so dead now Im relieved    fly for the door    I    can taste those    glands of fear    you extract yourself    as    I still draw    near    a target fixated    on your face