I control you You don’t even speak for yourself I approach you In the corner of a cheap motel
I think about it often I think about killing you I think about there’s nothing Nothing that I won’t do for you
I got a knife in my pocket, it’s covered in blood And it’s yours – it is And I didn’t know what to do with your corps So I just left it there I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry Love You will not live to see the day So funny so funny so funny so funny so funny enough I’m smiling about it
I think about it often I think about about killing you I think about there’s nothing Nothing that I won’t do for you
I’m killing you I’m killing you I’m killing you
I’m killing you I’m killing you I’m killing you
I think about it often I think about about killing you I think about there’s nothing Nothing that I won’t do for you