Slice open the fentanyl patch
Consume the gel inside
Chase it down with lorcets and oxycotton
Because I don't give a fuck tonight

There is a gleaming shine in the serpent's eye
Where the witches burn and the virgins die
There is a growing hate I am glad to supply
I will be there shining through the afterlife

Look in my motherfucking eyes, bitch
See the face of your enemy
Feel the blade press into your ribcage
Your life ain't shit to me

There is a burning sign in the autumn sky
Where the wolfbane blooms under moonlight
There is a growing hate I am glad to supply
I will be here shining in the afterlife

Death is coming
Your end is coming