Hiding behind 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 6 going on 7 now, 7 now.

I'll be dreaming about you,
In a pool of your own bloow.
With your eyes gouged out,
By the work of my thumbs.
The scent of your insides,
From under the floor boards.
Is the perfect perfume for settling the 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.
Ride the wings of.
Ride the wings of.
Ride the wings of pestilence.
Ride the wings of pestilence.
Ride the wings of pestilence.
Ride the wings of pestilence.
Ride the wings of pestilence.
Ride the wings of pestilence.
Ride the wings of pestilence.
Ride the wings of pestilence.