Hostile Vision - The Subject Lyrics

Your words mean nothing to me, scream to the trees for comfort
Let mother nature weep for you as you rot in the dirt
For now you are my subject
My punishments you cannot object

May the blood on my knife not grow dry from lack of bloodshed
Let it soak in retribution disguised as red liquid

Slice down your right forearm to reveal all of the tendons
You'll feel the pain but no worries I have great precision
No need to worry about death I will keep you breathing
Succinylcholine is the thing that will keep you from screaming

You try to plead
Yet you still breathe

Pain that you're feeling right now is pain you've caused me ten fold
Let the flashbacks of my face plague your mind as this unfolds

Dig through skin and grasp the bone that placed this sin on my kin
Snap his bone his future sewn as I play God in the end
Watch the life bleed from his eyes he leaves his wife and children
Left to live a better life without him f*cking in it

Left to live a better life without him f*cking in it