I hate the drummer

Scraeming,

You bruned me again.

Your fucking Ciggarets mark me,

You cut me,

You Sock me,

I'm done,

I've snapped,

I fucking said,

Never come back,

I have me knife,

I've got my Will,

This dark night,

Your escape is impossible.

It will end with a girl,

Covered in a man,

Who used to play drumms,

And who is no more.