| She's going to kill me with her razor blades
They scratch the itch
And so too the skin until there's only bone
I want to play in her park at night
And have a picnic full of bloody pigs
eating rotten apples and ripe cherries
I want to lace the rope and cut myself
loose from the highest tree
A cold body to be found in the early morning
like a desperate injection
She wants to be sorry but I won't let her
The bitch had better heed --
For I have one more need
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