He was abandoned to the father
left on the alter of the gutters
stripped and left without the matriarch

left alone to attend
their $#&@ing death march
keep digging with the needle

'til the flesh is left cold
blacken his eyes so he can be controlled
he was the gun

serrated grin and the lover
now bow your head and
pray unto his cancer mother$#&@er


no hate, no love, no chance at life
the heart will worm it's way inside


he was the last to be forsaken
the misery

the first amongst the fallen
judgment
he peers into thee [within thine eyes]

through blackness, through fear,
through hate and debris
the god of silver tongue and heathen

sits upon the throne of contamination
he was the gun
serrated grin and the lover

now bow your head and
pray unto his cancer mother$#&@er


keep digging with the needle
'til the flesh is left cold
blacken his eyes out so he can be controlled

he was the gun
serrated grin and the lover
now bow your head and

pray unto his cancer mother$#&@er

no hate, no love, no chance at life

the heart will worm it's way inside