Bloodwork

This is the end :

the malice sealed with a kiss of bitterness

from the mouths defiled spoiled within the lifeless populace

poisoning by way of rapturous tongue

the exit sign dressed in blades of razor,

the trigger of a loaded gun

sanctified through suicide

through bloodwork their world denied

pressing hard the cold steel on the warmness of flesh

eviscerate match the wrists to your blackened, bloody knees

bleed the disease 'til the lies are undone

the exit sign dressed in blades of razor,

the trigger of a loaded gun

sanctified through suicide

through bloodwork their world denied

put the gun into your mouth and pull the fucking trigger

press the blade against your throat and bleed the fucking cancer