You want to step to me,
Get on your knees.
Want to fill me with profanity,
Taste the blood in your mouth.
You want to screech at me,
I shall choke you to a close.
Don't get too haughty,
I'll be forced to humble you.
Come at me in vain,
I shall come at you with a knife.
For you think you know it all,
(you may not be right)
For you think you have it all,
(I can fix that)
For I am the voice inside your head,
(reject me, go on, do it)
For I am forever in your veins,
(like acid, like Crank)
Go on say you're the best,
(please oh please let me fix it)
And when I annihilate you,
(defile you, rape you, inflict torture on you)
We shall see who is the real cretin,
(you are, you are)
For I love to see,
(oh do I love to see)
Your pathetic cold body,
Oozing with your disgusting blood,
(covered)
Surrounded,
(in a pile of repugnant aversion, filth)
As I lick you from my knife,
Rage whispers a harsh,
I told you so.
(yes I told you)
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