Peace awaits at the bottom of the lakeStone heart with a plastic grinHow does it feel to live in your skin?Who'd you think was believing your shit?Burn slow, I yearn to smell your dirty fleshCold nights, brittle bones, red eyesSick stomach, black liesYou should walk yourself, in your concrete shoes to the bottom of the river bitchDrownPollute the depths with the stench of your shit stained tongue, bloated body on the surface floating down river heading for the sewer sail home like the fucking rat that you've always fucking beenDownerSick thoughtsKeeping me awake, heartless enemyWouldn't throw you a line for the death of meDrown slowDrown slowDrown slowDrown slowSuckle the milk of the devil's teet from where you spawned from, you fucking split tongued shitspitterHow could it go so wrong, feel like brother to a son, who was dropped on his fucking headI love to watch you as you're drowning never thinking for a second that it all comes back aroundThe day you rise up from the bed, only thing I'll regretIs that your fucking body floats