~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]