~TW: Cussing~

I’ll fuck you up.

I’ll run your luck,

Through and through

  And through and through

    All the way through-

      You.



      The ground is what you won’t touch,

    I’ll slice you up a bunch,

  And canabalize you for lunch 

I know I usually wouldn’t stand for such-

For such…

Drastic leisures 

  Sharp edged levers

    Bloody fevers

      Fucked up mirrors.



      I’ll tie you up real good

    All wrapped up tight and tightly

  Pull up your hood and blindly

Blindly.

I’ll throat your slice or-

                                                Ha.

Slice your throat oh oh- oh.

I’ll fuck- um..

  I’ll kill your mom and-

    And I’ll hurt and hurt until you’re far       gone.



                         Oh wow, oh glee

Oh how, oh- me?

  Too much to drink

Or smoke or shoot

  A lot to bear

A blind eye could

Where blue and red part in the south.

                                              Where cloud   and grass take a bite in a bookstore.



  Is where you’ll find your sanity.

Oh.

          Oh….. ohh alright





                        Now wait—

Now wait.

Was I supposed to be the one killed?

  Sorry, oh so sorry.

I’m the real psycho here.

  One moment.

Let me put the knife away…

  Okay okay.

PLEASE OH PLEASE DON’T HURT ME

OH LET ME STAY-

[Cue the end]