I wanna see you suffer for your heinous crimes,
The clock ticks towards the end,
Of your putrid fucking life.
Detestable waste of space.
It's all a show.
The ill omen of your end.
I've said before, there's no second chances.
Motherfucker!
I won't rest 'til you're dead and gone,
No letting up 'til I hear the sweet remorse of your torment.
This has gone for far too long.
Your death will be the purest form of justice.