| Song | Nailgun |
| Artist | The Acacia Strain |
| Album | Coma Witch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I poisoned the rat | |
| Left her dying on her back | |
| She had no plague or sickness left to give | |
| I had no reason to let her live | |
| Open wounds have no stories to tell | |
| Walking corpses | |
| Living dead shell | |
| I gutted the pig | |
| No funeral plans, no graves to dig | |
| A plague of snakes | |
| No pity for your ******* mistakes | |
| Dead eyes | |
| Buried bodies used for fertilizer | |
| Always a liar, | |
| I ******* despised her. | |
| Mind of a snake, | |
| Mouth of a pig. | |
| Slither in your swill swallowing *******t | |
| I've never seen vermin with such smooth skin | |
| Put lipstick on a pig and it’s still a ******* pig | |
| I noticed you wanted to run | |
| That’s when you noticed the gun | |
| I guarantee that won’t make you any safer | |
| Sayonara – see you later | |
| On the clearest of days | |
| Not a cloud in the sky | |
| I cut off her beautiful face with a broken kitchen knife | |
| No blood, | |
| No tears, | |
| No stress. | |
| All smiles | |
| You didn’t survive | |
| She didn’t survive | |
| Her hair smelled like burning leaves | |
| Execution | |
| On your ******* knees | |
| So blind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| So weak | |
| No sympathy |
| I poisoned the rat | |
| Left her dying on her back | |
| She had no plague or sickness left to give | |
| I had no reason to let her live | |
| Open wounds have no stories to tell | |
| Walking corpses | |
| Living dead shell | |
| I gutted the pig | |
| No funeral plans, no graves to dig | |
| A plague of snakes | |
| No pity for your mistakes | |
| Dead eyes | |
| Buried bodies used for fertilizer | |
| Always a liar, | |
| I despised her. | |
| Mind of a snake, | |
| Mouth of a pig. | |
| Slither in your swill swallowing t | |
| I' ve never seen vermin with such smooth skin | |
| Put lipstick on a pig and it' s still a pig | |
| I noticed you wanted to run | |
| That' s when you noticed the gun | |
| I guarantee that won' t make you any safer | |
| Sayonara see you later | |
| On the clearest of days | |
| Not a cloud in the sky | |
| I cut off her beautiful face with a broken kitchen knife | |
| No blood, | |
| No tears, | |
| No stress. | |
| All smiles | |
| You didn' t survive | |
| She didn' t survive | |
| Her hair smelled like burning leaves | |
| Execution | |
| On your knees | |
| So blind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| So weak | |
| No sympathy |
| I poisoned the rat | |
| Left her dying on her back | |
| She had no plague or sickness left to give | |
| I had no reason to let her live | |
| Open wounds have no stories to tell | |
| Walking corpses | |
| Living dead shell | |
| I gutted the pig | |
| No funeral plans, no graves to dig | |
| A plague of snakes | |
| No pity for your mistakes | |
| Dead eyes | |
| Buried bodies used for fertilizer | |
| Always a liar, | |
| I despised her. | |
| Mind of a snake, | |
| Mouth of a pig. | |
| Slither in your swill swallowing t | |
| I' ve never seen vermin with such smooth skin | |
| Put lipstick on a pig and it' s still a pig | |
| I noticed you wanted to run | |
| That' s when you noticed the gun | |
| I guarantee that won' t make you any safer | |
| Sayonara see you later | |
| On the clearest of days | |
| Not a cloud in the sky | |
| I cut off her beautiful face with a broken kitchen knife | |
| No blood, | |
| No tears, | |
| No stress. | |
| All smiles | |
| You didn' t survive | |
| She didn' t survive | |
| Her hair smelled like burning leaves | |
| Execution | |
| On your knees | |
| So blind | |
| Losing my mind | |
| So weak | |
| No sympathy |