I'll be hiding in the shadows,
I'll be waiting in the dark,
To drive this blade straight through your heart,
I'll drag your body to the car,
As blood races down my arm,
I think everyone will wonder where you are, tonight
I'll hide you in my walls,
Your body will never be found,
I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you,
Your friends will like you more than they used to.
Dear diary my teen angst bullshit has a body count,
I believe it's six going on seven now.
I've been dreaming about you,
In a pool of your own blood,
With your eyes gouged out,
By the work of my thumbs,
The scent of your insides,
From under the floorboards,
The perfect perfume,
For settling a score.
I'll hide you in my walls,
Your body will never be found,
I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you,
Your friends will like you more than they used to,
Pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to,
Ride the wings of pestilence!
