Story Behind the Song
I think by the time Jason started writing the lyrics to this one, we were not sure where it was going. By the time he was done, it all came together and was the theme song for the demo. There had been quite a bit of footage lately on tv about serial killers and other whacked out individuals that we were all in kind of tune with which probably had a lot to do with the motivation for this song.
Lyrics
I will be the one to yank it up from the roots…..
Of your worthless mind, your thoughts are mine
And I will be the one to…..
Break, break your knees, break your face
Break your fucking teeth, leave a disgrace
Can you feel it? Recognize the pain
And I will be the chosen…..
One, one to bend, bend you back
Force you into submission, to you feel the crack
Can you feel it? Can you feel the strain?
Can’t condemn your weakness, wish you didn’t feel this
Shattering like crystal, hands sweat on the pistol
And I will be the one who…..
Snaps, snaps your neck, snaps your wrists
Snatch your fucking breath, deny what you wish
Can you feel it? Can’t you feel the pain?
And I will be the one to…..
Cut, cut your throat, cut your skin
Slit your fucking wrist, stick you like a pig
Can you feel it? Can you feel the strain?
Throw you down with no remorse, you’re about to feel the mother-fucking recourse
Let your hands cover your face and I’ll wrap your head in a thick black pillowcase
Extract your life with a noose; want hard facts well here’s your proof
Can’t erase the bleed when your hands are tied; I got your respect but you ain’t got mine
Now you know this shit is real and your threshold has been revealed
Feel the pressure as I erupt now you tell me what is up
Having reached your threshold, tortures of denial
Put you through the wringer, gun up, pull the trigger
And I will be the one to…..
Break, break your knees, break your face
Break your fucking teeth, leave a disgrace
Can you feel it? Recognize the pain
And I will be the chosen…..
One, one to bend, bend you back
Force you into submission, to you feel the crack
Can you feel it? Can you feel the strain?
Throw you down with no remorse, you’re about to feel the mother-fucking recourse
Let your hands cover your face and I’ll wrap your head in a thick black pillowcase
Extract your life with a noose; want hard facts well here’s your proof
Can’t erase the bleed when your hands are tied; I got your respect but you ain’t got mine
Now you know this shit is real and your threshold has been revealed
Feel the pressure as I erupt now you tell me what is up
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