I've been longing to kill that thingy
Despite it never has really hurt me
I'll enjoy taking away its life
Can't wait for it to make me angry
Ugh, I loathe it from my guts
My heartlessness is a certainty
I wonder what way I will kill it
God, of its blood I'm so thirsty
A knife? Blade? Poison? Or a pistol?
Probably I'll use the most dirty
I'll push it to hate itself the most
By offering it the worst kinds of agony
Not even hell would forgive me
For what I'm about to do to my thingy
I'll cast my stones, I'll cast my judgements
I'll lead the way to pure insanity
Dear thingy, why don't you self destruct?
Add a chapter to my cursed story
Slit your wrists, slaughter your throat
Now lay down and count to thirty
Drowning in a pool of your own blood
Right now I can't be more happy