Rot in Pieces

I am cancer, I am blame Toxemia with a face and a name Infected heritage Burn it down Get the fuck out Get the fuck out Only the same in namesake No memory, no sentiment Another homesick runaway Another noose on the family tree Strung tight, apathetic genetics, biochemical error Reject, reject Strung tight, violent rejection Twist the knife, dig out the nerve Make me feel nothing at all Live in spite, die in vain You and I don't bleed the same Don't bleed the same I hope you're buried without a eulogy to sit through I feel sick whenever I think about you Eldritch blood in my veins Ruin me from the inside out Regret never sufficed like a bullet in between the eyes Nothing satiates better than a bullet to the fucking brain Twist the knife, dig out the nerve Make me feel nothing at all