I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die

I have never seen a dog with crooked teeth I've got a mouth full of retard I love you all for The same reasons Reasons I could not Shoot crippled horses Come end this Let's breed the calf Come end this Let's breed the calf Come end this Let's breed the calf Come end this Let's breed the calf Breed the red calf Breed the red calf Breed the red calf

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

I don't care where I go when I die I don't care where I go when I die

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

Jesus is tight but you'd probably Find more happiness with a good Plastic surgeon I'm chewing on dog teeth And hospital fat bags So maybe we should welcome it With open arms? And should you smell the burning And hear the screaming You can't tell yourself We didn't deserve it You can't tell yourself We didn't deserve it Piles of human and antiseptic as we cut the ugly Mothers wielding crosses made of children bones Armies of the half dead with their arms to the sky Armies of the half dead with their arms to the sky These who spoke against Him Bled from their throats As their jaws had been torn away We knew it was blood Because it was Warmer than the air

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

They used you to clean up tears after a Thrice show Fucking belt buckles everywhere Never digesting anything is a hell of a diet plan Here come the suit-bitches I watched them hollow out horses Run They gored me once with a diverse portfolio Put a dollar in the box It's across for show (It's across for show, and it's down to go) And it's down to go (It's across for show, and it's down to go) It's across for show (It's across for show, and it's down to go) And the spectacle (It's across for show, and it's down to go) I'm going to throw gristle at my guts It's like the sink of finding a lump I've got your black plague right here How long before the pain-junkies storm the gates? God God God God It danced on us Like black lung Before our hearts gave out Put a dollar in the box It grew on us It grew up like a sister While every time Celebrating your neck It's across for show (It's across for show) And it's down to go (It's across for show, and it's down to go) It's across for show (And it's down to go) And it's down to go (It's a cross for show, and it's down to go) Pray it's malignant, prey it's malignant Pray it's malignant, prey it's malignant Pray it's malignant, prey it's malignant Pray it's malignant, prey it's malignant

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

I'll corral you into the cattle hammer I'll break your colt's legs I'll corral you into the cattle hammer I'll snag and spill your deer on the fence I'll corral you into the cattle hammer I'll find your tears I will see you gnash your teeth And hear you gnaw at your tongue I'll stop your heaven Born Again I will take you from heaven I will take you from heaven

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

"Sluts fuck better," she said to me So what's with this Scarlet Letter shit? There's no A on your chest Dumber than a bag of Hatebreed fans There isn't enough medicine in the world for my headache But if you'd prefer, go ahead and sit on your holy hands And wait for your stuck up 16th century rapture A little skin and you'd Fuck me Just like Anyone Else would As we head ignorance first Into Armageddon See you in hell, damn your eyes God damn your eyes God damn your eyes God damn your eyes God damn your eyes

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

Let's cut our wrists And flop around Like Rainbirds Until we bleed out In other news, the Dow Jones Industrial Average​ is down 666 points on word that men are having sex with other men That's right, Charles Some are even suggesting that evolution should be taught in science classes May Dale Earnhardt rest in piece Praise Jesus L-O-L B-R-B Seacrest out Hell Crown Hell Crown Heaven Born Hell Crown Hell Crown Hell Crown Heaven Born Hell Crown Bring some Latex hose And a hatchet And I will Make sure the light Won't ever Touch you again Hell Crown Hell Crown Heaven Born Hell Crown Hell Crown Hell Crown Heaven Born Hell Crown We are black princes We are the ram We are black princes We are the ram We are black princes We Deserve Every Thing

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

We support We support We support We support We support your cause Support your cause Support your cause Support your... When you're not strong enough To make the right decisions We believe We believe We believe We believe We believe your god Believe your god Believe your god Believe your... When you're not smart enough To make the right decisions You're still breathing Through puke breath You're still sucking Off rashes You're still lapping At the lardy teats of Hawthorne Heights We'll Dance our legs To pulpy nubs Until He smiles Through the death cloud

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

Cigarettes Have killed Millions I wish I would Have thought of that What the fuck smells like Tooth loss in here? We've got lamb on the door Waiting for the angel We've got lamb on the door Waiting for the angel Walking Through blood Knee high I wish I would Have thought of that What the fuck smells like Bad priest in here? We've got blood on the door God-War, Death-President We've got blood on the door God-War, Death-President Let's get hopped up On horse tranquilizers And play with claw hammers Maybe stop at the tendon And try to keep This screwdriver Out of your neck Hey kids, the Jesus-Reaper Hey kids, the Jesus-Reaper wears A cowboy hat The Jesus-Reaper wears A cowboy hat These plowshares have fashioned the perfect swords I kneel with one eye on the clock High up in our heaven they'll laugh and smoke cigars When natural selection renders this rock a vacant lot We should apologize... say we're sorry If you hadn't sprayed our throats on the floor, Micheal

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026

In the blood river of In the blood river of Final battle, final battle Final battle, final battle In the blood river of In the... Final battle I found a dog with With my legs And danced On bird skulls That popped to the rhythm Sent from the death machine That popped to the rhythm Sent from the death machine You were the Pork Finder And you knew your job well As bits of the children And their imagination Rushed over my feet I held you close as I kissed the blood Off your lips Through your last shiver And let you go

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 24, 2026