Stout

Peat Moss

Stout


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.