Still Feel Nothing - Gob

I pour salt in your wounds and you don’t even flinch

I sharpen my nails to give you a pinch

My pulse is undetectable, yours is even worse

You’re so dead, I can’t move you, not even with a hearse

And you know I’ll wait for you in vain

An excuse for a master, I’m sweating like a slave

You won’t let me have it the reaction I crave

In a sickening epiphany I learn that it’s reversed

I’m all black and blue and hollering cursed

And you know I’ll wait for you to wake

I undress you with flames and gut you awake

Take a piss on your grave and you would still feel nothing

I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller

Toss you away and you would still feel nothing

Take a walk to the wishing well, get yourself a drink

Drowning yourself, it’s not what you think

Get a hold on the tentacles tearing you apart

Like a splintered stake through your un-slept heart

And you know I’ll wait for you, always for you, in vain for you

I caress you with flames and gut you awake

Take a piss on your grave and you would still feel nothing

I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller

Toss you away and you would still feel nothing