An impaled hound
Dragging a casket
In which I tried
To bury the hatchet
An impaled hound
Dragging a casket
In which I tried
To bury the hatchet
What sort of beast chews on its own loose teeth?
What kind of man chooses bullshit to eat?
And sleeps with
Dirty substance, dirty eyes
Self fulfilled, and prophesied
Subject to pattern, an overt spy
The least cost path
Is one with no spine
It's do or die
I fight for my fucking life
It's do or die
And all I see
Is haunting me
Deep inside your fucking head
Even after I eat lead
It's rent free until you're dead motherfucker
A product of a predetermined line
Forever throwing hands
In this pathetic fight
Dirty substance, dirty eyes
Self fulfilled, and prophesied
Subject to pattern, an overt spy
The least cost path
Is one with no spine
It's do or die
When under the cold dull knife
Show me the body
Show me the body
Fucker
It's do or die
Bury the hatchet
