Shock Tactics (1000v)

Deliver me Their heads on a fucking plate Pack up the picnics It's time to panic Rip up the stitches Shock tactics, the back of the head Nothing in common Lick up your vomit Morally twisted Fence sitters ripped the fuck off it Choking on blood, we bit off our tongues All for what? If they could sell the air in your lungs You'd already be done Shut it Hanging threads cut now your bodies drop Didn't have the guts to watch Rip the veil from their threats 12 gauge loaded with dragons breath Scatter carnists Dracarys Our blades razor sharp Did them like the Starks Cut the fat from your heart A naked cunt has few excuses A flayed one none Disturb their "peace" Dig up all their dead Revenge does not rot Choking on blood, we bit off our tongues All for what? They wanna eat the brains in your skull Luckily you have none Stabbing our backs, twisting the knife All my life Dominion dies tonight Together we will rise Blood bathe us clean (I will take this liberation with fire and blood) Blood bathe us clean (This is a call to arms, limbs, legs and severed fucking heads) Carve a target In their foreheads So they never fucking forget The side that they picked Pack up the picnics It's time to panic Rip up the stitches Shock tactics, the back of the head Nothing in common Lick up your vomit Morally twisted Fence sitters ripped the fuck off it Welcome to the fucking Meat grinder A circle of hell reserved for the liars Meat grinder Cheap cuts lined up for the incisors inside us