theres some bodies in my basement but i dont remember why been lookin for replacement ever since you said goodbye theres a little demon laughin, dancin on my windowsill got my hand wrapped round the bottle tryin to drown this urge to kill someones knockin at my door but i pretend that im not home, dont know what they want me for but i would rather be alone i dont wanna talk no more, so dont bother to call my phone aint workin anyway, i tore it off the wall theres a woman in a pickle jar with ribbons made of lace i think i must have known her but i cant quite place her face she doesnt look too happy on her face she wears a frown it must get pretty lonely having no-body around -gun cocks- theres some bodies in my basement but i dont remember why been lookin for replacement ever since you said goodbye that demon jumps down from my sill, takes me by the hand says put away that bottle boy its time to kill again he says its time for me to kill again he says its time for me to kill again but i dont wanna dont wanna kill again lord i dont wanna dont make me kill again
Posted on: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 03:05:31 +0000
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