Infected

Welcome to the trilogy of death. When you die, these lyrics die with you. And they will be the only words you will be remembered by. I've reached the end of my compassion. Let's go Let's bring it back to 2014 New Years Eve, on the prowl looking for some pussy See this cute little brunette dancing real strange Come up to her and this girl is kinda hot Ten minutes later I got her legs wrapped around my dick Straight drunk fucking thot Swinging her fucking twat Six months later what a thriller Dumb fucking bitch I wanna kill her Throw her out the fucking window and walk away Every moment I keep thinking this is the day That I'mma choke this cunt out and escape There is only so much a man can truly take The only way this is gonna end is at the end of a rope And the noose gets really fucking tight around your throat God is gonna sit this one out he abandoned me a long time ago Every fucking part of me is going to be letting you know That you're gonna regret calling me a psycho You wanna see a fucking psycho Give me a keyboard and I'll let you know For two fucking years I kept the doors boarded up The gates closed so no one knows No one has to see the monster you created in me It's your fucking fault that this is how it had to be So when I kick the chair out from under your feet Scream and cry go ahead no one fucking knows As the rope tightens around your throat You're lifeless body struggling to breathe Will be the only orgasm I need to see Slowly suffocating, masturbating, to the thought of you gasping for air I don't care, doesn't phase me one bit Like you said It is what it is Label me the fucking creep With the devil in me Close my doors try to hide Write "dead inside" Because for a sociopath like me I feel the need to immediately Write your eulogy No one will attend your funeral bitch they fucking hate you Worthless fucking cunt, got divorced, hard to put a ring on a filthy whore Turning 44, Don't want you anymore Infected, infected We reached capacity Break the quarantine Infected, infected We reached capacity Break the quarantine Let this fucking whore out the door Ain't no one gonna want you no more I haven't truly decided on which way I want you to die I still gotta figure out why You said you wanted to commit suicide So let me help, grab the gun, grab the knife, let's have some fun Carve your heart right out your chest, leave all the rest Slice your fucking neck, make a mess And leave you fucking dead But leave the head It's time for some face fucking