Abacinate - Far From The Reaches Of Medical Attention | Текст песни

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At any given time -- With no remorse
For two years, I've kept you fresh
Wrapped in plastic, so diligent
Me and Mr. Softee, played a little game
Confuse time of death, that's how I got my name
Beat by Stan, My old man
Not again, You'll flirt with death
Choked with shock, Hope is lost
I'm a tree, Hang for me
Shot the man, Drowned in blood
Had a bet, And fucking lost
No chainsaw for me, While dismembering, Unless you want to see
Yet why be messy when you've got cyanide, Nice and neat
I will drag you down, To hole that's underground, Rat's will feast
357 Blast, Ripping through the neck, They have paid
their dues...
To Assassinate? No, this is just murder
I'm watching their eyes go blank
Reflecting me.
Shooting, Stabbing, Strangling, Beating, Some Bombing and Poisoning
End result, you meet with Death
Your Life -- For profit, sometimes "business"
Sometimes just 'cause
Always, I feel the same... Nothing, I don't feel shit
Die!!!
Stabbing the heart repeatedly to stop the gushing blood
Hanging the body over the tub works best for draining
Carved up into small pieces and make them "disappear"
Disposal of dead bodies, my own specialty
While some die for no reason, most die a piece of shit
That's...
Far From The Reaches of Medical Attention
Can't Turn Back
Far From The Reaches of Medical Attention
Can't Turn Back
'Cause When You Stop It's a Dead Stop!
No Turning Back
They All Know 'Cause They're All Fucking Dead
Ain't No Coming Back
Far From The Reaches of Medical Attention
Can't Turn Back

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