cut off the arms. cut off the head. cut off the legs. get rid of the body. heartache to heartache. job to job. dollar to dollar. body to body. pus. poison
Put the gun down i just want to talk I can't hear you you're breaking up I can't help being static a rise in the voice marks the descent as the atmosphere
CUT OFF THE ARMS. CUT OFF THE HEAD. CUT OFF THE LEGS. GET RID OF THE BODY. HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE. JOB TO JOB. DOLLAR TO DOLLAR. BODY TO BODY. PUS.