(TW: GRAPHIC CONTENT, D3ATH, G0RE)
What's it like being stabbed?
Getting killed in cold blood?
With a spade that's two feet long...
Or a rope around your throat?
Bloody fingers, your blood lingers
Down your forehead and your body,
Deep wounds on your fragile torso
And dry tears from all your crying.
I wanna go through all those things,
All those terrors my victims suffered.
You only live once, but so is with death
And I won't die mine like a coward.
