I thought about killing you. I imagined a knife, going 10.2 centimeters deep into your chest cavity Piercing a lung, right into the heart. Today I thought about killing you. I felt warm blood rushing over my hands I ran them over my face In a daze of confusion and unimagined happyness Today I seriously thought about killing you. Your lips, like cherries - Red, soft, for me to devour. --- Today I though about killing you. Not because you don't deserve the world - The world doesn't deserve you.
(Mix recorded as a part of Peroxid.selekt competition)
