Peat Moss

Don't make me do this_don't make me do this_don't make me punish the weak.
Let the battle begin.
With your mind extend_expand explode_temperature of the veins running negative hate below.
Not your kind yet a fear dreadnought never broken nor blind.
All pain receptors of mine have been reassigned.
More blood_more whiskey_ more wine.

Don't make me do this_don't make me do this_don't make me.
Punished beyond the brink of death.
Salt the earth_laid out not laid to rest Pest_just couldn't listen so milk carton bitches turn up missing.
Section by section sawed_cut and stuffed. Oh you were hard but just not hard enough to taste the hate_the percent_the proof NGMF true.

Here come the pain lost my mind.
Nail to the head you called it_security such a false sense I operate on auto pilot.
My embodiment extremely violent.
More blood_more whiskey_more wine.
Must I ask a third time.
Not a third time_not a third time.
Three feet_now you've crossed that line.
Don't make me do this to you.