Left To Rot

Rapid Torture Kill, you steer into your own worst f*ck-ing death Horrid Screams, you get what you deserve until nothing is left Left no choice, driven to the point of no RE-turn Pushed to far, Violence on violence it is Driven insane, temper lost chosen death, now you're left to rot Blood Soaked Torment, always on the verge of pass-ing out Cracked Voice, broken bones echo an awful sound Scaffold awaits, now i will take your f*ck-ing head i feast on fear, never enough Don't cross my path, on the edge, feel the violence kicking in fists are clenched, every nerve tells my brain "F*CK HIM UP" And everytime you think you're safe, i'm standing round the corner with a razorblade