It's ten past four, I'm walking through your back door,
Swinging my hatchet your blood hits the fucking floor,
"Now stand up slut or I'm gonna rip off your skin!"
Struck the bitch again as I drink my coke and gin,
Like a demon possessed me, my eyes roll back,
Spill more fucking blood with another attack,
My boots are muddy and there's blood on one,
My minds racing, What the fuck have I done,
I can't sleep at night,
I toss and turn and bleed,
I can smell her blood,
My instincts need to feed,
Sharpened knives and evil eyes,
I've noticed the knife wounds,
Are spelling out my name,
Life ain't fun unless you play it like a game..
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