Mortarhead - Baptists

Bullshit lies

Breaking skin

Homemade bombs

Blasting us thin

Terror threats

Made by friends

Mental debts

For retailed trends

I don’t care what you fucking say

Won’t lose my time over this

Won’t lift your veil of dirt

Will forget your / you exist

Graves dug with your tongue

Missiles shot from your lips

Mortars as molars and spit

Watching me drink every sip

Counting the hits from my fist

Vise-grips on vices and slips

Volcanic ash, it lines your gums

You spew it out, it silhouettes where we have stood

A hollow shell is all that’s left

The charred remains of what we will never have