An impaled hound
Dragging a casket
In which I tried
To bury the hatchet

An impaled hound
Dragging a casket
In which I tried
To bury the hatchet

What sort of beast chews on its own loose teeth?
What kind of man chooses bullshit to eat?
And sleeps with
Dirty substance, dirty eyes
Self fulfilled, and prophesied
Subject to pattern, an overt spy
The least cost path
Is one with no spine

It's do or die
I fight for my fucking life
It's do or die

And all I see
Is haunting me

Deep inside your fucking head
Even after I eat lead
It's rent free until you're dead mother fucker
A product of a predetermined line
Forever throwing hands
In this pathetic fight

Dirty substance, dirty eyes
Self fulfilled, and prophesied
Subject to pattern, an overt spy
The least cost path
Is one with no spine

It's do or die
When under the cold dull knife

Show me the body
Show me the body
Fucker

It's do or die
Bury the hatchet