"The Severed Genitals Of Every Rapist Hang Bleeding From These Trees" lyrics

"The Severed Genitals Of Every Rapist Hang Bleeding From These Trees"

These open hands that once would have offered forgiveness and even rehabilitation are now closed fists bludgeoning flesh
A knife across your throat opens a wide, red mouth forever mute to taunts, to insults, to threats
You are nothing, empty, worthless
If only it was enough to lock you away in the deepest, darkest hole Swallow the bitterness of my tongue
Absorb the nectar of my discharge
Feel my hatred crashing down on you like a hammer-caving in your skull, spilling to the floor all that empty rhetoric about art, betrayal, and desire
Oh, to string up your naked body like the soulless devil that you are
To stab and dismember your hanging form
Let the blood rain down and wash away this pointless shame, this unnecessary guilt, this unbearable violation
And now decorate the trees with the corpse of past transgression-adornments of vengeance, a forest of abatement, a monument to suffering
You are nothing, empty, worthless, a black hole


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