See You Next Tuesday

I said run, and you won't be able to see me Because you'll be bleeding from the eyes. The thought of your genitals makes me sick And I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass. Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back? These are the last days of the rest of your life. Next time I want a better excuse. Dropped like a bad habit. These are the last days of the rest of your life. I wash my hands of you all. My slate is clean and ill be smiling all the way to the bank. Face down, ass up. I want to destroy something beautiful. By the end I want everyone dead. By the end I'm going to be the only one standing. Not even your children are safe. --- See You Next Tuesday - The Acacia Strain