Cranial Stomp

Yes, you loser, I caught up with you

You didn't think I knew where you lived

You tried to hide but you couldn't avoid

The violent gift that I have to give

You talk so tough when I'm not around

Why can't you look me straight In the eyes?

Crush your skull with my boots of steel

'cause lying is a thing I despise

I stomp your head

I want you dead

Dancing all over your face

It never tasted better than this

Kicking your head in, all over the place

Your death is something I wouldn't miss

Force you, with hatred to swallow my fist

The taste is something you won't forget

Deserter, you sold out my trust

Now you'll wish that we hadn't met