Glory/Gore

glass shards down your eyes
gush out with blood for all the times
you filled sorry heads with lies
and now its your turn to cry
razors down your throat
graters saw and make you choke
make you wish you'd never spoke
rip the arteries from your hands
and saw off your limbs so you cant stand
ing on the ceiling feeling worse than before
tearing your skin out
replace it with my doubts
about you saving yourself from this hell
now you too can be here as well
i'll destroy you before like you've done
aforementioned your guts spilling over the floor
you can't destroy her, only i can destroy her
and that's if she wanted that