Manimals - Super-Fist

"I often dreamed of the dead....
Pull the string!"

Taking it, on the chin
Puts me in a primal rage
Super-fist hits the mark
Buried under your ribcage

That's when I feel the power surge
And my true artistry begins
I'm like a painter hooked on red
And I need all the practice I can get

That's when the screamin' starts!
Yeah!

Taking it, in the back
Puts me in a fuckin' rage
Super-fist, lord-child
Sent crashing through your ribcage

That's when I feel the power surge
And I get the creative urge
I need all the practice I can get
To weave this tapestry of red

That's when the screamin' starts!

"This is what I'm going to do to you now,
Fan the skin from your body
Slowly... bit by bit"

Oh, have mercy!
Yeah!

Taking it, on the chin
Whips me into overdrive
Super-fist, lord child
Buried under your ribcage

And I take it
In the back
And I've had it
So I go right for your spine
Oh yeah
Now I'm breaking it
Yeah