See You Next Tuesday Lyrics - The Acacia Strain

I said run. 

And you won't be able to see me because you'll be bleeding from the eyes. 

The thought of your genitals makes me sick and I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass. 

Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back? 

These are the last days of the rest of your life. 

Next time I want a better excuse - dropped like a bad habit. 

I wash my hands of you all. 

My slate is clean. 

And I'll be smiling all the way to the bank. 

Face down, ass up; I want to destroy something beautiful. 

By the end I want everyone dead. 

By the end I'm going to be the only one standing. 

Not even your children are safe.