Blissful Death (Feat. David Simonich)

(Patricide: The killing of ones father, a song that cries to heaven.... But don’t be afraid)

I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in

Writhing and rotting, my brain is allotting a gas line of hate that connects to my body
This struggle to feel you never let me heal
Am I going insane or is negligence real
The reality is there’s no room for this pig
Serotonin has told me it’s my turn to dig
Fire up and incinerate worthless remains and watch as his pestilent rot turns to flames

Festering your absence, a sickness that sleeps in the back of my brain
You maggot, you coward
You scream and she cowers

But you never gave a shit
Here we go again
I watched you as you threw her to the floor (oh my God)
I wish you’d die, fuck

What so you think your a man standing there with a bottle in your hand?

I will never forget the look on your face
A sorrowful swine, put you in your place

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Fucking burn bitch

(Visions of your oh sweet blissful death)
(Haunt my mind like the coldest ever taunting breath)
(So Luring, whispering thoughts more twisted)
(Escalating to dreaming of the tomb I would visit)

Once setting flame to flesh, embers enlighten
Reflecting in the joyous tears bound to my eyes
Accompanied by bleakened smile
As I deliver you to the bowels of Hell

Blood for blood
Clawing at the walls of my skull
I fear myself
So Luring, I can’t resist it

You fucking dead beat

I hope the next time I see your face is when Im fucking bashing it in

Writhing and rotting my brain is allotting a gas line of hate that connects to my body
This struggle to feel you never let me heal
Am I going insane or is negligence real
The reality is there’s no room for this pig
Serotonin has told me it’s my turn to dig
Fire up and incinerate worthless remains and watch as his pestilent rot turns to flames