VINCENT VAN GORE Lyrics

Midnight on November, that's for sure

Wrap a noose around your neck

As we free the fucking horse

Vincent Van Gore

Casualties are art, I made a canvas with your corpse

Bitch, I'm in a mansion with ten bodies in the dorm

3 a.m when it occurred

Skelly's massacre

Paint the town red and put blood on your porch

Break into your house and we feed you to the dogs

Homie try to escape, but I lock the fuckin' door

Bitch, I'm with my brother, we'll look just like City Morgue

Throwin' them bodies out the 6th damn floor

Man down, got a stomach cut, didn't say a word

This my knife, a.k.a. the sharpest in the world

Keep it messy, but I'm still with the business

I'm not a hero, I don't got a cape

But I can raise hell if I think that you witnessed

Look at me, bitch, you ain't wanted this fate

The hero dies, I'll piss in his grave

I heard they call him Tony Stark

Cause I put the iron in his face

Watch it spray, East from West

No recoil, bitch, I ain't scared

You ain't shit, face your fears, come straight

Devil's eyes when you stare

That boy pissed in his pants

Run from bullets, stain the carpet

Turn his body to a target, yea

Midnight on November, that's for sure

Wrap a noose around your neck

As we free the fucking horse

Vincent Van Gore

Casualties are art, I made a canvas with your corpse

Bitch, I'm in a mansion with ten bodies in the dorm

3 a.m when it occurred

Skelly's massacre

Paint the town red and put blood on your porch

Break into your house and we feed you to the dogs (The hero died today)

Someone put his mask away