Flat scorched Earth is all there is to show

For an epilogue laid bare

A tired embrace - even past (death)

Guns on the table

Slides locked closed

The chamber concealed to all

Drizzle of embers

Specks against black

That fills me with monsters again

Back to back matching coffins

Just not to meet your gaze

Death to death the more hollow I get

While revenge replays

I want you to die slowly

I want to drag out your death

I want you to die screaming

I want it to fucking last