Kitchens of Destinction – Letras de Margaret's Injection

Love is our large concern
But that's become difficult to share.
She cannot open her eyes
They've been glued by greed.

I'm not in the habit of hurting a person
Never relished violence
But Margaret it's time for your injection.

Should I fetch a priest and gun?
Her trip is now beginning
She dies unloved.

She'll never be forgotten she made sure of that
Selling back to people what they'd already got.

I wish I missed you more not never a wound to heal.
I wish I'd hurt you more pain is your just reward.
I wish I'd killed you more pain is your just reward.

Time is now mine to kill.
Her corpse is now threatening to smell.
I watch her blood congeal just skin and bones.

She'll never be forgotten we'll paint on her grave
And take from her kind any love that they'd made.