Psychopath
Baby, I want you dead.
Slit your throat at twelve o'clock.
Liquid rushing out of your mouth and it's bloody red.
Begging for dear life, but no baby there's no turning back.
Baby, I don't want you to live.
I'm gonna get your heart with my barehand.
Your family will surely grieve.
Yes I know, baby. I'm mad.
Baby, I will get you killed.
No one will save you, you're not a king.
Now, let's go back to being kid.
I made a song, hurry and sing.
"Twinkle twinkle little star.
I want to get hit by a car.
Up above the world so high.
Burn me like a wood and let me die.
Twinkle twinkle little star.
How I wonder what you are?"
Baby, I don't want you to suffer any longer.
I'm mad but this is not my wrath.
I'll end your life and make it better.
Baby, this is my love and I'm no psychopath.
