Clawhammer Music by Joshua Matthews and Dustin Hodgins Lyrics by Joshua Matthews This penetration that they don’t call a crime Paid for an hour, but he cant tell the time Upon his finger; a prostitution ring He leaves his wife at home cause she’s the one he likes to beat You call her name, but she’s not there Hell will be a paradise after this There is this sickness that they call what they want When men abuse them, we say “go get a job!” And blame the victim as if she had a choice For her its strangulation choking off the slightest noise Now it’s too late, cause she’s not there Hell will be a paradise after this I can’t wait to gut you right from head to toe I’ll be sure to break everyone of your bones When I’m through you will not be recognized Dental work removed before I let you die See a perfect picture that is painted in your blood It is a good thing that you can’t see in the dark Prepare the canvas for another of my masterpieces Watch as your life’s destroyed and your buddy there is next! Here comes the chalk lines… better run All my emotion is a fucking rage Now you’re handcuffed to a steel chair Pliers, wires, a serrated blade Bleeding, breathing, better say your prayers Say your prayers!