Like Pouring Salt On A Slug

[Doom, Cargo]My fists two bullets,Just ripping through your faceIs that your cheekbone explodingLike a pane of glassPorcelain under my fist,Cutting through my knucklesLike razorsI really should have killed you,But I think I'll passLike pouring salt on a slugIt's the pain,Not the fact that you'll dieYou are nothing but a bugThat I'm torturing slowlyLike pouring salt on a slugI am truth and you are a liarYour grave has already been dugDon't take it so poorlyIsn't it ironic how you want toScream but you can'tI've got your tongue in my handAnd still you're able to taste yourOwn blood filling your lungs.Guess your body hasBecome a betrayal.Well I'm just a humble cleaner,And you, my friend, you're wasteLike pouring salt on a slugIt's the pain,Not the fact that you'll dieYou are nothing but a bugThat I'm torturing slowlyLike pouring salt on a slugI am truth and you are a liarYour grave has already been dugDon't take it so poorly