They smile like meat left out in the sun Soft little throats, I count every one Joy is a wound that never scabs right I peel it off faces in the dead of night I smell the giggle before it hits air Drag them by the grin, leave the rest in a smear Happy don’t hide, it just stands there dumb I open up its throat, the blood makes me come Hunt the happy, flay the skin Help the afterlife begin Laughing mouths get packed with dirt I was born to make you hurt They hide in groups, easy to find Stupid little fucks, no thoughts left behind I walk through the picnic with a rusty blade Turn the whole backyard into a grave Kids songs still looping in the blood-wet grass I stomp on the speakers, silence at last Every happy person here gets a second smile I bathe in the blood, relax a little while Hunt the happy, flay the skin Help the afterlife begin Laughing mouths get packed with dirt I was born to make you hurt No more day No more night Just a wet sound one last glimpse of light Hunt the happy, flay the skin Now your worst nightmare begins Your stupid mouth will be packed with dirt Nows the time, its gonna hurt Hunt the happy till there’s none left standing I am the reason that the smiles stopped landing
