I'll be hiding in the shadows

I'll be waiting in the dark

To drive this blade 

Straight through your heart

I'll drag your body to the car

As blood races down my arm

I think everyone will wonder 

Where you are, do you?



I'll hide you in my walls

Your body will never be found

I'll wear your skin as a suit, 

Pretend to be you

Your friends will like you 

More than they used to



Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit 

Has a body count

I believe its six going on seven now



I've been dreaming about you

In a pool of your own blood

With your eyes gouged out

By the work of my thumbs

The scent of your insides

From under the floorboards

The perfect perfume

To settle a score.



I'll hide you in my walls

Your body will never be found

I'll wear your skin as a suit, 

Pretend to be you

Your friends will like you 

More than they used to

Pretend to be you, 

Your friend will like you 

More than they used to

Ride the wings of pestilence