This is a song about "Your om"

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Stuck in this game

Bring the battering ram where you live

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

I thought i recognized her

Your our provider

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Razor grips, laser spit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.