TOUCH THE SPIDER!

I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE

You know

Many times I thing about

Your illness and your death

I can’t believe that you lay down here

The poison took your breath

Why did you ignore the fact

The dust was not so good

You’re deed in a hole

And in a coffin made of wood

You know it’s killing you

It’s not something new

You know it’s killing you

A shame through and through

You know it’s killing you

It’s not something new

You know it’s killing you

A shame through and through

You know...

You know...

You know...

You know...