~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]