On a bed of concrete under a burning fluorescent light, the cold clank of steel and that wretched smell, welcome to hell

Is he the cockroach's reincarnation? or is that the fate that awaits him in his next life?

The course isn't clear, nor is the suffering caused, excused by a pretence of fear

You took a life, not once but twice

You showed no mercy, and now our mercy is our vice

Through counterfeit virtue you live to grin. You contaminate what's clean like fucking infection

The retributive fist will return like a pendulum

Mercy is a vice, the remedy is isolation, rope and an anchor point, swing you sinner, swing you killer

Mercy is a vice, the remedy is isolation, rope and an anchor point, swing you sinner

Or dissect your arm with a mirror

I don't know what you are but you're not fucking human

I hope you die screaming, like your victim's did, like our innocence

I must Cauterize the bleeding, the murderous stench, shackled by grief to a vile impulse, smashed skull, fist clenched

Life snatched despite gods benevolence

Mercy is a vice, the remedy is isolation, rope and an anchor point, swing you sinner, swing you killer

Mercy is a vice, the remedy is isolation, rope and an anchor point, swing you sinner

Or dissect your arm with a mirror

Butcher this pig

Consume what's left

Give me my pound of flesh