At a loss for something
different to say
I`ve said everything, we`ve
said it all before.
An Extra nail for your coffin.
I`m going to ride that horse
we`ve beaten to death
And deliver its stinking carcass
to your doorstep.
A gift from all the dead
children
That are the progeny of you
ballistic union.
Borrowing from Peter to rape
Paul
No news is good news, but
i`ve got some news for you
Fetch me a rope, Lynch mob of
one.
An extra nail for your coffin.
Certain blood has been shed
for uncertain reasons
You will never quiet this storm
A cold wind to chill your bones.
I bring the hammer down.