[ Featuring Arsonists Get All the Girls ]
Driving down the road I hear the radio
And your muffled screams through the backseat
I just made your shoes but they need to be
Cleaned for meet-and-greet
So classic, so smooth
As you sedated me
I slipped a little something into your drink
A potion, more like a poision
I tell you as you drive on
Brake lights shine through black
They reveal the burial plot
One last kiss before your final send-off
You take my final breaths
Thrust them into the ocean
Cement shoes, I shall become one with death
The air bubbles start to surface
A sensation of satisfaction sweeps over my entire body
Content with the done deal
The taste of this victory is almost to much for me
Don't you forget I killed you
With my death that I home-brewed
As I sink down I remember what the sea king said
"You die here"
The chemicals begin to mix
Vision begins to blur
I fall to my knees
I am my own victim
I was meant this way, either way
You tapped my phones, I made the setup
It was meant to be neptune's plan
No fate involved