See the shattered pane of glass, walking on the water
My life is but a book, I am the chosen f*cking author
I'm sorry I assaulted and beat your little daughter
The voices in my head told me to kill and f*cking slaughter
I fantasise about it and I fantasise 'bout you
I fantasise 'bout killin' and tellin' you what to do
I wanna f*cking cut you, wanna gut you, see the goo
I wanna choke you out until you turn a shade of blue