Hardware Therapy Lyrics

The automatic

Doors open

And my eyes are filled with glee

Insurance check

In hand

Dead husband fund my shopping spree

Life has been frigid forever

From the cold shoulder aloof

So I journey to this hardware store

To buy some killing tools

On the left, some tools to bind

Duct tape and rope are mine

And on the right, some super glue

Seal their eyeballs shut or feed like stew

One aisle in

Creative juice is flowing

Like the grool from my snatch

And over here

Some gardening shears

That I can shove up their ass

Needle nose pliers for their uvula

Sledgehammer for some blunt force trauma

Copper pipe down their throat

Trash bags- viscera disposal

And now, my cart is fucking full

I have no self-control

Imagination running wild

Drillbits for cereal

Some lamp oil to ignite

Obvious, some fucking knives

Sandpaper to jerk them off until nothings left in sight

It's time for me to stop

And leave this ravaged shop

Enter the checkout line and the cashier's jaw drops

He starts to fucking sneer

Now his death draws closer near

He's just become the first

To satisfy the thirst

Plan some more

The time draws closer