Shrieking, squawking, meeping, mocking.
In your head their words be haunting.
Aching, shaking, and soon breaking.
Your bathroom floor, the blood be draping.
They cause grief and they cause pain, but no matter what they'll stay the same.
Shrieking, squawking, meeping, mocking.
Dancing words in thought still haunting.
Death may be fast and blood be thick but in your mind their words will stick.
When carved out upon your skin those words still arise again.
You bitch, you slut, you fag, you whore.
No matter what they'll just name more
Shrieking, squawking, meeping, mocking.
On your bedroom door Death's knocking.
Aching, shaking, and soon breaking.
A step off the chair your making.
Now it's to late the chair is gone.
Your feet do hang, the belt still on.
Shrieking, squawking, meeping, mocking.
With their words death came stalking.
Aching, shaking, and soon breaking.
With one step death you were facing.
