Coming Up Roses - Years Spent Cold

The screwdriver buried to the base of the handle, into your spine

With one quick pull paralysis sets in

Let’s see you walk away from this situation

Coming up roses

I feel nothing, you’re just another nameless face

The hollow point enters through the base of your skull

As it carves its way through bone and shreds through cartiledge

A blood stained shirt to remind you why I’m in business

A past I can’t erase.

No remorse, no regrets

I saw the blankness glaze over your eyes

The last thing you’ll see is my face

The tables have turned

It’s the wrong time and wrong fucking place

Always armed, never outgunned