Hanged, Drawn & Quartered

My vision is growing stronger
Fear is still felt in my father
There is nothing left to quarter
Only my lust is left to conquer

Piece by piece
They are so soft
They make me drool so fucking much

Hanged, Drawn, Quartered

No fucking witnesses
No God damn sympathy
I wonder how much more it's gonna take to break me
Mugshot you punk mother fucker
Paleface, fuck you