The Show

Lyrics

See how the bone exposed?
 Nice blood bouquet, trace of marrow
 Fuckboy tryin' to hold his nose
 Let it drip, one sip, taste his halo
 Say bro, why's your skin on the flo'?
 Where's your hair? It's nothin' but follicles
 That's called a close shave, don't y'all suppose?
 Trail of toenails left through the snow
 But he should know he fucked with the wrong one
 Sawed off shoulder, fuck the shotgun
 Can't afford talk, cat got his tongue
 And she might get his lips next just for fun
 The blessed refreshment when his breath's barely there
 To blast his slashed face with fresh compressed air
 And press his chest just to keep his heart beatin'
 Open your eyes, bitch, you got to see this
 Don't know, which body part should go?
 First, spin the wheel, vertigo
 It's an art you partake in and just know
 You all paid to watch, let's start the show
 Come out, sit your ass down
 Don't blink, don't make a sound
 Just look, it's okay to cry
 You live your best life when you watch them die
 The best menage is a death menage, agree?
 Chest massage with electric rods for three
 Just because, probably set they jaws with rebar
 And then pause while you get photography
 Tendon saw to extend the cavity
 What can fit, what are you imagining?
 Share your thoughts, it is time for banterin'
 Killer be right back to enact a masterpiece
 In the entr'acte, they contemplate escape
 Bear trap to the calf, that's just basic pain
 Paced to make the brain face its strength and strain
 Gracefully to places escaping sane
 Thoughts to basic survival of
 Y'all came to see the amygdala
 A signal fire in the limbic nerves
 And gotta give the kill what the kill deserves
 Don't know, which body part should go?
 First, spin the wheel, vertigo
 It's an art you partake in and just know
 You all paid to watch, let's start the show
 Come out, sit your ass down
 Don't blink, don't make a sound
 Just look, it's okay to cry
 You live your best life when you watch them die
 Gotta reach the bottom, why you Muddy Waters
 With your hollerin' for help? (Uh?)
 That is not an option, throw your caution to the
 Wind and live within yourself (Uh?)
 You can prolly count on one hand all the times that
 You have ever really felt anything
 And when it's finally done and everything is numb
 Your killer lets you know you're welcome
 Over to the edge and look over it, you ain't never gonna fly
 With all the comfort your holdin' with all of your might
 And then try as your might to get over it, it ain't over
 To kill a saint, killer say you will know the limits of
 Flesh stretched and eyes bled before they die
 You said you had demons to exorcise
 And cash in hand, stand to witness demise
 Time's come, killer wants audience advice
 Don't know, which body part should go?
 First, spin the wheel, vertigo
 It's an art you partake in and just know
 You all paid to watch, let's start the show
 Come out, sit your ass down
 Don't blink, don't make a sound
 Just look, it's okay to cry
 You live your best life when you watch them die
 

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Duration
03:04
Key
1
Tempo
113 BPM

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