Hanged, Drawn, & Quartered

Hanged, drawn and quartered My vision is growing stronger Fear is still felt in my father There is nothing left to quarter Only my lust is left to conquer Piece by piece They are so soft They make me drool so fucking much Hanged, drawn, quartered No fucking witnesses No God damn sympathy I wonder how much more it's gonna take to break me Mugshot you punk mother fucker Paleface, f*ck you