you've got it all planned, haven't you?
my life is a picture, drawn by you.
well, i hope you realize:
you're shit artist.
i'll be gone at the strike of the clock, don't pretend.
i hate you with every bit of my heart, don't look away.
see, i hope you rot you in hell,
but those eternal flames don't suit you well.
they deserve a better diet,
so i'll feed you to the heavenly sharks instead.