letra de bullet holes - no deities
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
back against a wall
feel like he bout to fall
lead in his throat make him ho-rs-
bout to become a corpse
not moving now ‘less they declare total war
call that newton’s 1st law
but he still feels ripped up in his core
and he can’t take much more, got some ‘nades in store
but that way’s unhealthy to explore
is it really now he’ll turn to the lord, after all he did before?
he don’t look pious with the gasmask on
surrounded in teargas, it protects him from
looks like a wounded boar, cops won’t attack it more
it might break ya sword, put ya on deaths door
metaphoric 12 gauge claws spit with force, giving law enforcement pause, in a way he’s now their boss
on the inside he still shows no remorse
bundy he still would endorse
a murderer without a cause
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
pop, pop, till’ you drop
body full of holes
where the hollow paint sh-lls layin’ mane n0body knows
all his strength seep out
his whisperings, they are not loud
lead in his throat won’t come out
arteries the bullets found
bent over a rifle, failing to flail around
tryna scream and shout
he’s bleeding out from buckshot in his gut
red from innumerable cuts
in that crimson spot
too weak to get the ‘nade pin unstuck
so the ‘nade, he sit and clutch
pray that the cops, it will combust
under him there is so much
thinking, wait are those my guts
a gore puddle full of bits and there’s lots, and lots and lots, and lots, and lots, and lots
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