Pyromaniac Slug Songtext
von Narsick

You took aim, shot me right between the ventricles
A sinew mass of tentacles now on the floor of pentacles
Who told you to scratch every time you have an itch
I wish I could just ditch. Must be the season of the bitch

Our house is on fire and you′re sweeping the floor
While the flames rise You're still ice at the core
A script of betrayal now gone up in smoke
Dry promises turn to ash while you choke


You let the demon in, welcomed it into our space
Then denied it to my face. The crossroads is still in place
How can you be so insecure yet still so smug
Self-destruct like it′s a drug
Pyromaniac slug

Our house is on fire and you're sweeping the floor
While the flames rise You're still ice at the core
A script of betrayal now gone up in smoke
Dry promises turn to ash while you choke

You took aim, shot me right between the ventricles
A sinew mass of tentacles now on the floor of pentacles