Sneaking up to them
To take them by surprise
Weapons in my hand,
Murder in my eyes.
They'd better watch out.
Because they can't get away.
And once I see them,
It'll be their last day.
I am ever so close.
I'm sharpening my blade.
All ready to slice the guts out of them
And their pathetic little charade.
Oops, It's too late.
I pull out my knife.
I walk up to them slowly
To end their stupid life.
But I never killed them.
They are on the back shelf.
And so I take my final breath,
And point the blade towards myself.
