All That Lies Ahead

[Chorus: SCUM]
Do you know what lies ahead?
‘Bout to lose your head
There's a box for you to fill
And a hole to rest in
Though your blood is yet to shed, you're already dead
‘Bout to decorate this room with your small intestine
Hear the steps behind your back
Then it all goes black
Doubting us was a mistake, you thought we wouldn't shoot ya
In the trunk of a Cadillac wrapped in a potato sack
Heading to the nearest lake is all that is in your future

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Ain't nobody finna hear you screaming for your life up in a deep dark well
Trapped in Hell, and you ain't just dreaming, can't you tell from the pungеnt smell
Of motherfuckers dеcomposing, those mutilated dead remains
All belong to the missing persons, snatched before you're locked in chains
Brought to rot in this place of sorrow where tomorrow never comes
Endless night full of brutal torture's what awaits you and that sounds
All that will happen in this dungeon, bludgeoned vics with a fire-log
Like a dormitory, Bundy story, beat in bed by this rabid dog
Что впереди сплошные муки
Бойтесь, суки, мне попасть
В лапы дабы раствориться в кислоте, закройте пасть
Не кричите, не зовите вы на помощь близких вам
Не поможет бог ни тебе, ни им
Кто разинул рот - тому в рот я дам
А потом перережу глотку, больше водку им не пить
Утопить их всех в крови я хочу, не то палачу не жить
Чтоб утолить моё желанье ты отправляешься на убой
Со мной не жди ты состраданья, так подавись своей мольбой

[Chorus: SCUM]
Do you know what lies ahead?
‘Bout to lose your head
There's a box for you to fill
And a hole to rest in
Though your blood is yet to shed, you're already dead
‘Bout to decorate this room with your small intestine
Hear the steps behind your back
Then it all goes black
Doubting us was a mistake, you thought we wouldn't shoot ya
In the trunk of a Cadillac wrapped in a potato sack
Heading to the nearest lake is all that is in your future

[Verse 2: SCUM]
Would you like to be young forever?
Never feel pain that comes with age
Well I got you covered like a blanket, smothered quick when I'm sick with rage
Stage is set for the next performance
Pages turn and your part is done
Bet no one will express condolences to your mom when her son is gone
Nobody gives a shit about you doubt you even have some hoes
Never mind that I bet without you somebody else gonna get at those
Somebody will replace you fully
Truly you will not be missed
They rejoice when I pull the tool that crosses your name off on the reaper's list
Вновь в атаку, хуй вам в сраку, вурдалаку кровь нужна
И тебе придётся поделиться, дай мне напиться с бодуна
Бритвой по горлу прочерчу я линию между вами, дичь
И охотниками за людьми в ночи вроде LSP, ты подохнешь, bitch
Потому что так всё это заведено давным-давно
Кто убивает, тот и сильный, кто умирает - тот говно
На сапоге своего убийцы, красная лужа под тобой
Тебе пора уже смириться и распроститься с головой

[Chorus: SCUM]
Do you know what lies ahead?
‘Bout to lose your head
There's a box for you to fill
And a hole to rest in
Though your blood is yet to shed, you're already dead
‘Bout to decorate this room with your small intestine
Hear the steps behind your back
Then it all goes black
Doubting us was a mistake, you thought we wouldn't shoot ya
In the trunk of a Cadillac wrapped in a potato sack
Heading to the nearest lake is all that is in your future