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