The anatomy of murder

Jun 27, 2005 07:48

still, black, swollen and blue
I hate the way they talk about you
This jupiter ego got in the way
and now this course will pay.

I never wanted to do this
It's so hard to clean this mess
now you sit at the bottom of ocean blue
it's true, I killed you.

cut through the neck, bleed the spine
your blood, run's in mine
I'm sick of red
all over the bed.

I blew the rolling fire
stopped every deseo, désir, desire.
This wagon won't hold
this is getting so old.

I never wanted to do this
It's so hard to clean this mess
noy you sit at the bottom of ocean blue
it's true I killed you.

Don't scream louder now,
it will only wake the neighbors
it's almost done
here comes the sun.

This will all over in a day
and to your mother's dismay
I hid you well, they will never find.
and I can shed this from my mind.

you're gone...
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