To the Sun you shall burn

As you are dangling above

The blissful Dog Collar

Within this upcoming monday

You will feel my wraith

My druken fury of emptiness

As I will make you my bitch

By making you a four leg dog

As I strangle you into unconciounes

I don't care if I lose against you

But I do care about making your carrer

A short living as I hang you above

From the turnbuckle to the Apron

Ill make your face turn blue

As the sunlight from above calls you

Right back into your kingdom of dead sea

I don't fucking care about this match

I don't fucking care about you harming an old man

I don't fucking care about making me a fool

You don't see me trashing you as an old man

Nor a slave like Swagmire in The Corporation

To the sun you shall burn in the sea

To the sun where you shall be a dog

Within your own fake voice in your head

I hope that this poem will entice your attention

Once I make you my personal dog in that ring

Duncan B. Ugly...B. Ugly... B. Ugly

To the sun of your own misery of your reality

TO THE SUN WHERE YOU SHALL GO...