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KILLER
It’s nothing new that I’m a bit different
Psychopathic mind, sick and demented
Society’s outcast so I was force to be distant
In this dark basement for so long
I lost my mind and I don’t know what I did with it
So dark characteristics I’ve developed no longer pleasant
Vile yet helpless
Alone, angry, sad feeling suppressed
The more it builds up, the more depressed
I even hear the voices that tells me to make murderous choices
Funny how love never seems work out
But don’t worry about it dear, it won’t hurt as much now
Dragging a butcher knife across your throat
As the walls gets its new paint of coat
Should have never took my love for a joke
Now look whose heart broke,
When I ripped that sh*t from your chest
As I chain smoke giving your snatch knife strokes
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