Here's something you might enjoy.
Someone's life becoming a toy.
Just listen in and hear our words.
It starts out quiet, a lonely riot, of suffering.
We planned out your suicide.
We got it perfect, got it right.
You better hide, maybe run away.
Your face is kind of queer anyway.
GET THE FUCK OUT.
DS CHILD.
BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS
AND I GET TO RILED
Hey, hey.
I see the blood on your face.
Hey, hey.
You better hide it, you're a disgrace.
Hey, hey.
You're looking kind of pathetic.
Hey, hey.
Don't you just get it.
It was a dark filled room, lingering with ropes and knives.
You walked right in, with our disguise.
We tied you up, and cut your throat.
Just right then you started to choke.
On your blood, and your lies.
Fuckin' bitch thank god you'll die.
GET THE FUCK OUT.
DS CHILD.
BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS
AND I GET TO RILED
we dug a grave,twice your size.
who it's for, that i'll hide.
hey there buddy
you think your hot.
ill tell you somethin
your fuckin not
It ends real gory, That's the end of your story.