Washing clothes in dirty water. Sinking down a little bit farther. Hiding emotions behind a towel, facial expressions are nothing more than a scowl. Bite your tongue when you speak, we cant afford another leak. Noone knows where we are, if they did we be a star.
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean.
I do the delivery at daybreak, marking the grave with a stake. They wont be missed for another hour, after I dispose of the clothes and take a shower. Mad as hell yet I feel triumphant, cause I was deliberate and reluctant. They had it coming i said, you replied “there better off dead”
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean
There names are all over the news, but I didn’t leave the cops any clues. Im back at work and nothings changed. Noone will know how my life was rearranged. Cause we were precise and proficient, leaving no traces were we went. They’ll search for days on end, false hope is all just pretend.
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean
Blood stained pants burn so quick, but the smoke it produces is pretty thick. So I douse it with gasoline, light a match and get away clean. No fingerprints from my glove, noone figured a freinds love. We left a house torn apart, right after they broke our heart. Sinking down in my chair, “im a sick bastard, I do so declare”
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean
Smile at the reporters looking to score, I tell em “I wish I knew more.” Some believe me but most do not, while their bodys continue to rot. “This aint no storyline son” said the sheriff while cleaning his gun. But he has no evidence to back his claim, and the prosecutor still don’t know my name.
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean
An earth mover has unearthed my friends, but the investigation never ends. Even now as evidence mounts, they still have nothing that counts. Covered my tracks well and ive paved my way to hell. They had it coming for sure, and with their death came my cure.
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean.
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean.
I do the delivery at daybreak, marking the grave with a stake. They wont be missed for another hour, after I dispose of the clothes and take a shower. Mad as hell yet I feel triumphant, cause I was deliberate and reluctant. They had it coming i said, you replied “there better off dead”
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean
There names are all over the news, but I didn’t leave the cops any clues. Im back at work and nothings changed. Noone will know how my life was rearranged. Cause we were precise and proficient, leaving no traces were we went. They’ll search for days on end, false hope is all just pretend.
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean
Blood stained pants burn so quick, but the smoke it produces is pretty thick. So I douse it with gasoline, light a match and get away clean. No fingerprints from my glove, noone figured a freinds love. We left a house torn apart, right after they broke our heart. Sinking down in my chair, “im a sick bastard, I do so declare”
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean
Smile at the reporters looking to score, I tell em “I wish I knew more.” Some believe me but most do not, while their bodys continue to rot. “This aint no storyline son” said the sheriff while cleaning his gun. But he has no evidence to back his claim, and the prosecutor still don’t know my name.
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean
An earth mover has unearthed my friends, but the investigation never ends. Even now as evidence mounts, they still have nothing that counts. Covered my tracks well and ive paved my way to hell. They had it coming for sure, and with their death came my cure.
Digging a hole six feet down, heavy breathing is the only sound. Wipe the blood with gasoline, making sure I get away clean.
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this one i wrote about a dream i had last night. i dreamt that these three football players from a local college had killed and raped a family freind and then me and one of my family members went and merked all three of them and buried them outside of town. There was a media circus and many people thought i had done it, but we were so careful in our planning that the police never found enough evidence to even get a search warrant for my house neverless a conviction. i know i have sick, sick dreams but im glad their just my dreams.
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