Stabbing Lyrics

Another day. Another fuck up. From deep psychosis. My senses caught up. What lies before me. A sight of torment. Some mangled bodies. Now palpitations slow. Nothing to do but contemplate in silence. Till distant sounds close in I feel the sirens. Pound at my skull which holds my decaying brain. No time to think or plan a proper escape. Thirty five cops. Surround my home. I thought that pigs were really slow? Front door kicked in as I slip in a crawlspace. Smashed out some lights so they can't follow the trail. Of blood and sweat and possibly piss I can't hold. Just me and my knife the waster of life in the unknown. Unconscious acts. Of the deranged. No one will listen. I can't explain. Nowhere to go. My life is done. Consequence close. I won't be locked up. Plunge this knife in my own heart (the root of my evil ways). One through the side of my head in case they try to resuscitate and convict. Hillbilly woods. I've managed to make a quick sepulcher. What a way to end a small get together. Manic. Stabbing. Fuck it. One more thrust. My torso burns with each jab as blood flows. One more thrust. Each more slow. Weakening as the blood flows. Shit