I Am The Slayer

Strung up Like a bell If I don't ring it now I never will It's not that I don't care Kicking my feet to the Furs Like a dead horse fly, I'm barley here Skunk I don't smell It's just your upper lip Quit chugging wells He wears her underwear Coffin Queen My strawberry's been crushed But I'm feeling fine It took a minute to feel the Cool calm protections From the teeth-grind collective No numbing solution on the left side, I'm Fools gold, baby. No Part of me worth injecting Instead string me up Like a bell And dead-ring me when You need your fill Whenever you dig me up Just throw away those stilts My lungs can't take 'em now They keep getting killed Spirits please correct me Ghouls and gals hexing A dark hold, I'm being watched by Mordred the Mystic Maybe Killraven I am the slayer I'll slay all them to pieces In my underwear