A kitchen knife slicing your throat from side to side. That's a daydream that keeps me calm. I would love to play the murderer. I would love to see you bleed. Your death in my hands it's sweet tasteful revenge... of all you never tried to do.
Like ninja. Crossed arms, both holding knifes. Kitchen knifes. Uncross them in your throat. To the sound of Makin' Out.
Like ninja. Crossed arms, both holding knifes. Kitchen knifes. Uncross them in your throat. To the sound of Makin' Out.
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