Die Hard

I would rather kill you than kill myself- I would rather cut you than cut myself- I would spill your blood everywhere, so I could see how much the ground would soak it up- Die, die, die- Die, die hard. I imagine your corpse lying upon the floor, the maggots crawling to you through the crevices of the doors- they would feast upon the flesh of your skin, and eat you down to your bones- Die, die, die- Die, die hard. Your kin would be crying, your friends at that too- but that won't stop me from doing what I'll do- Remorse is not what you deserve. For death is what you need- for your "miserable" life will finally be freed- Die, die, die- Die, die hard.