(Verse 1)

Holy fucking shit thought it was cold before the dirt, bitch

Thought they had no decency before laying us to rest

No pants, no shoes, no shirt, no shit, bitch

Men of God?

Women of the church?

No truth, bitch!

I feel that’s a rule somewhere?

It’s always worth to snap a ruler across some knuckles of a little middle schooler after you tossed their fucking hair somewhere

Red skin, red blood, red skin, red blood

Better not flinch, get another one - hundred on the face this time

No English yet? No dining set, you eating fucking dog food, you coughing yet?

You got tuberculosis, no question? Astonished

Beautiful, I got a blind eye with yo’ motherfucking name on it

(fucking..)

(Bridge)

Sick dogs and I’m a fucking monster, taking on the role of child, imposter

Skinwalker, demon on the stalk, and these fucking men of god make me up and bloody vomit

From Sunday Mass Slaves to savages’ mass graves

They tally up the skulls in the end 216, with they mouths forever shut that don’t sit well with me

Get some fucking gravestones for this government officals and these priests and these nuns

In 2021 they finna find 215 of their victims, cause I’m the fucking missing one

(Verse 2)

Out the ground, fresh mud, warm blood misting in the freezing cold

Crosses in the air, spines fold, and water parks of aortas

Digging canines, claws, and cuts in the stones where they heart used to be

Guts, scalps, and skulls all hanging up on the evergreens

Look me in the eyes and see death like you’ve seen

Look me in the eyes and see the pain go centuries

Look me in the eyes and see your murder victim

Look me in the eyes and see everything you’ve taken from ‘em