(Fa-Q)
See, I'm angry on the ouside, but calm in the middle,
Looking at my hand, realizing my palm is little,
Its like I'm the eye of the storm, I cry when I'm warm,
Its like I'm going against the grain, while I try and conform,
Watchin the rain it fill the gutters and rise,
Clipping my wings, I'm an eagle, and I kill butterflies,
An hour from now, I'm gonna be in a shower and drowned,
And my body will just sit with the mold, until a flower is found,
You won't hear from me or anybody else, or hear any louder sound,
Until you find, the shell, and gun powder round,
Knowing I have a cold heart, I shiver at the thought,
Its like drinking and drinking, knowing your liver will rot,
My vein smiling back at me, I know I'm gonna give her a shot,
And I'm gonna be a vampire, and try to taste her blood,
Scrubbing the carpet by my bedroom, to erase the mud,
My guilt is overpowering, I try to race the flood,
I'll just run to the graveyard, and look at my handy work,
And I'll strip my clothes, and wear Mandy's skirt,
The chase, is always the beeest part,
Ever since twelve, I've had leeess heart,
Where will I begin, I think her cheeest is a start,
She's my empty canvas, and I made a meeess of art,
(Fa-Q)
I take twelve ambians, wash it down with Red Bull,
Thinking terrible, nasty thoughts, now my head's full,
Her friend with her, wearing the East cheerleader uniform,
I follow the rain in the sun, and the moons' storm,
Her cold heart for men, will soon be warm,
She wanted to explore my house, her buddy refrains,
I want to paint my den with her bloody brains,
Then wear her white T-shirt, without the muddy stains,
The split up, was my chance to annilate,
Now, with her unbuttoned pants, I defile Kate,
And soon, her best friend for years, Sophie's my wife,
Murder suicide with a gun, forgetting my trophy knife,
Her belly button intriges me, so I explore its depth,
She's sweating it out, this fuckin' whore's pits wept,
I delve deep, tying her with rope I found, in her 2012 jeep,
I suduced to hell, by her pussy's loose smell,
I have a twisted mind, I can see it in the broken mirrors,
I see the fear in her eyes, bubble wrapped and soaked in tears,
The chase, is always the beeest part,
Ever since twelve, I've had leeess heart,
Where will I begin, I think her cheeest is a start,
She's my empty canvas, and I made a meeess of art,
(G4)
In torture shacks my torture rack contorts to snap a whore in half,
There's more in fact in store than that, I'm only half way towards your last,
Abortion that you're forced to have, of course I'll afterwards come back,
To pork your vag, not only that, I'll always tap a corpses ass,
Then hold your hand and slowly ask you for your hand in holy mass,
To join us as both whore and man in holy matrimony's grasp,
I know I'm sort of bad at that, at romance but I can't let past,
Another lonely day without you, ouch, you haven't answered back,
When they resist I turn 'em into ventriloquist dummies,
I ate the fetus, I'll take the rest of what's in your tummy,
I'm suddenly rubbing mine 'cus your stomach was yummy,
I'm having fun hacking you up and laughing, it's funny,
I'll have my hand up past your throat, no more can you shun me,
Then move your mouth around and make you say that you love me,
I'll say "I love you too", and it'll just be the two of us,
You'll live in my closet, right next to Bobbi and Julia,
They don't talk much but they'll keep you company, you'll adjust,
You look so good done up in blood, I trust you won't put up a fuss,