The Show

See how the bone exposed?

Nice blood bouquet, trace of marrow

Fuckboy tryin' to hold his nose

Let it drip, one sip, taste his halo

Say bro, why's your skin on the flo'?

Where's your hair? It's nothin' but follicles

That's called a close shave, don't y'all suppose?

Trail of toenails left through the snow

But he should know he fucked with the wrong one

Sawed off shoulder, fuck the shotgun

Can't afford talk, cat got his tongue

And she might get his lips next just for fun

The blessed refreshment when his breath's barely there

To blast his slashed face with fresh compressed air

And press his chest just to keep his heart beatin'

Open your eyes, bitch, you got to see this

Don't know, which body part should go?

First, spin the wheel, vertigo

It's an art you partake in and just know

You all paid to watch, let's start the show

Come out, sit your ass down

Don't blink, don't make a sound

Just look, it's okay to cry

You live your best life when you watch them die

The best menage is a death menage, agree?

Chest massage with electric rods for three

Just because, probably set they jaws with rebar

And then pause while you get photography

Tendon saw to extend the cavity

What can fit, what are you imagining?

Share your thoughts, it is time for banterin'

Killer be right back to enact a masterpiece

In the entr'acte, they contemplate escape

Bear trap to the calf, that's just basic pain

Paced to make the brain face its strength and strain

Gracefully to places escaping sane

Thoughts to basic survival of

Y'all came to see the amygdala

A signal fire in the limbic nerves

And gotta give the kill what the kill deserves

Don't know, which body part should go?

First, spin the wheel, vertigo

It's an art you partake in and just know

You all paid to watch, let's start the show

Come out, sit your ass down

Don't blink, don't make a sound

Just look, it's okay to cry

You live your best life when you watch them die

Gotta reach the bottom, why you Muddy Waters

With your hollerin' for help? (Uh?)

That is not an option, throw your caution to the

Wind and live within yourself (Uh?)

You can prolly count on one hand all the times that

You have ever really felt anything

And when it's finally done and everything is numb

Your killer lets you know you're welcome

Over to the edge and look over it, you ain't never gonna fly

With all the comfort your holdin' with all of your might

And then try as your might to get over it, it ain't over

To kill a saint, killer say you will know the limits of

Flesh stretched and eyes bled before they die

You said you had demons to exorcise

And cash in hand, stand to witness demise

Time's come, killer wants audience advice

Don't know, which body part should go?

First, spin the wheel, vertigo

It's an art you partake in and just know

You all paid to watch, let's start the show

Come out, sit your ass down

Don't blink, don't make a sound

Just look, it's okay to cry

You live your best life when you watch them die