See You Next Tuesday Lyrics

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. [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/see-you-next-tuesday-lyrics-the-acacia-strain.html ] 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.