Tonight is the night,
the right time for them to die.
Many ways I could do it,
allow me to elaborate.
I could do it with a chainsaw,
so blood goes everywhere.
Slowly take off each limb,
to put them in a garbage bag.
It might take awhile,
to clean it all up.
But I would do it all,
to finally see you die.
I could walk up behind you,
and slit your fucking throat.
Suck out the blood from the wound,
and pop out your eyes
so you cant see.
Ill gladly slice you open,
and move my hands inside,
pull something out so I can play.
I could hang you with a noose,
and make it look like suicide.
Pointing and laughing,
Id take some bloody pictures
and put them on my wall.
As I lay down to sleep,
I can replay the day.
Or maybe Id stick you in a room,
and keep you locked up.
No lights and no food,
soon maybe you will go insane.
Maybe you will kill yourself,
with the gun that I hand to you.
Or maybe you wouldnt do it,
and I'd have to pull it for you.
Or better yet, I could slip you some poison,
at any given time.
Pure nicotine into your drink,
and watch you hit the floor.
Have a few shots,
to sit back and relax.
Dispose of the body,
and still be on the run to this day.
And Maybe when youre swimming,
I could hold your face down.
Watching you struggle to breath,
is something that strangely amuses me.
And when the bubbles stop,
and all will be still.
All of the kids will jump,
just to play with you. |
