The Choke

Torment a stench

One side inside

No doubt lost count

Brutalize the half red eyes

Decide which side whose side

You're in the middle of the fire

A scythe and smock is sharp so sharp

No conscience

Such confidence

Your crooked ear

So insincere

Your glue on smile

Your social style

Tyrants rule is such a fool

Superior good advice

It's so nice from you

Arguments so hideous

They're heaven sent

You can't repent

Words like ice cut and slice

Announce my demise

Christ why'd you die

No conscience

Such confidence

Your crooked ear

So insincere

Your glue on smile

Your social style

Tyrants rule is such a fool

Superior good advice

Blood red and arguments

Heaven sent torment my stench

Putrefy putrefy

Wise so wise you're not so wise

Shadow shadow shadow why