Dismember Mistweaver Lyrics

I put the 9mm glock to your head
and gently squeese the trigger
blowing out your f*cking brains
on the wall in all kind of crazy figures

So what are you gonna do now
you piece of shit
you're such a f*cking shit
how f*cking stupid can a man be
you've should have known better

Weaving my world
from the cord of your soul as I slowly f*ck
the bullet exit hole
through the funeral mist
I drag you to my temple
dead yet so alive
living in my dreams

Nothing brings me greater joy
than the memory of when I
wiped that smile from your lips
the look of horror in your eyes
as I pulled out a gun
and pointed it at your f*cking face

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