At The Receiving End Of Ignorance

it's time for you, not me, to see
what it's like to recieve the thing
you have become so good at serving up
i swear i can show you how you fucked up
put your face through a sheetrock wall
beat the back of you skull to a pulp, that's all
buried so deep by the head you can't fall
blood running down that wall
expose the spine in your back with a blade
then rip it out and go on a solitary parade
now that i've expressed my fantasy, it's said
keep my name out of your mouth
and thoughts of me from your head