Fist Songtext
von Dreadlines

I got some something thick and bony and it′s pulsing for you
Don't try to fight it ′cos it's filled with blood and pointed at you
Don't act so flattered now ′cos It′s got nothing to do with you
You just happened to be standing in my way so here's what we′re gonna do

Pucker up
Your time to shine now buttercup
Stop your whining, think I've heard enough
Been a long time coming, gonna fuck you with my

Fist
In your face
My knuckles you kiss
Your blood you taste
Swallow it down to the wrist
Suffocate
Cross you off my list
Of the assholes
That fucked with me today


Your greasy tongue, it makes me feel some things I can′t describe
I watch it slither through my skin and lay its eggs inside
Now I'm swollen with your words as they metastasize
I′m set to rupture at the seams but you're still never satisfied

So pucker up
And take your licks like a grown-up
Your mouth was made for one thing
And I'm happy to oblige as I fuck you with my

Fist
Through your brain
Filled with shit
And disdain
And if I had another chance
I would do it all again
But I guess I′ll have to settle
For a keepsake
In the form of a bloodstain

Should have stayed in your lane
Should have stayed in your lane
Should have stayed in your lane
Should have stayed in your lane

Now it′s too late


Should have stayed in your lane
Should have stayed in your lane
Now it's too late
Should have stayed in your lane
Should have stayed in your lane
Now it′s too late