Slaughterous lyrics

[Chorus]
Run him down, sick the dogs
Make a masterpiece
Blood and bone in the dirt
Eat his arteries
Hear their calls, siren song, hypnotizing us
Eat your face, gouge a gash, necrotising mush

[Verse 1: Chronic Shnxman]
Dig in deep, his ribcage breaks beneath the weight of your knee like a piece of wood rotting out in the cold
The blood starts to clot underneath my nose
It creates a stench that fills my whole skull with lust for the slaughterous
Trough of slush that pours out your head, it's such a rush
Feel the pain, cut it out, cut and paste now
Septic life, severed twice from the waist down
I hear death, it sings to me when I’m making songs
All I feel is the rights that I get wrong
Want to dip into black and drown in sand
Against the grain, splinters in my hand
There's nothing left but for me thats all I have
Kill someone to feel like a god again

[Verse 2: Whxami]
And while they glorify depression
Im alone in silent stressed
I probably won't reply to messages
But only time will tell
Bite the bullet like a veteran
I cope and fight the pesimist
Punched the f*cking mirror lookin back at my reflection
Fists bloody need a bandage
Fix up any the damage
Been cussing putting holes up in the door inside my crib
Im destructive when I’m panicig
But they don't f*cking get it
Yet I'm managing just keep the bullsh*t inside the den
f*ck it we struggling
Money barely be coming in
Wondering about all of this what if its all for nothin
Thats something that i don't wanna
Put too much stock in the thought of
Work hard as f*ck you know whats up you probably couldn't keep up and you f*ckers know its the truth
God isn't here