Mistweaver-Dismember

Mistweaver - Dismember I put the 9mm Glock to your head And gently squeeze the trigger Blowing out your f**king brains On the wall in all kind of crazy figures So what are you gonna do now? You piece of sh*t, you're such a f**king dick How f**king stupid can a man be? You've should have known better Weaving my world from the cord of your soul As I slowly f**k the bullet exit hole Through the funeral mist, I drag you to my temple Dead yet so alive, living in my dreams Nothing brings me greater joy than the memory Of when I wiped that smile from your lips The look of horror in your eyes as I pulled out a gun And pointed it at your f**king face Weaving my world from the cord of your soul As I slowly f**k the bullet exit hole Through the funeral mist, I drag you to my temple Dead yet so alive, living in my dreams