What a negative delight
I see the pus rolling down your eye sockets
Your corpse just lies there on the feces-scented ground,
As I repetitively slam a bottle of liquor to your head
My half-slain genitalia enter your nightmarish cunt
Why couldn't you be a better sister?
Why couldn't you end all the pain?
Why couldn't you seek help?
I bury your decomposed manifestation with broken photos,
And flowers that cease to ever bloom again
This hurts me a lot more than it ever hurt...
- Length: 1:28
- Genre: Experimental, spoken word, doom metal
- Producer: Osmosis
- Band performance: Osmosis