Will Get Ya
Hangin' upside down or tied to a chair
I'd get you for an hour or for a day
On the street, in a building, anywhere
Scratching, cutting I'd go all the way
But I would stop every now and then
Asking whether you feel a bit rotten
No matter the answer, I am a real fan
Of torture in case you have forgotten
Hurting people is what you're good at
You degrade 'em, you don't need a blade
Nor ya need a reason or a baseball-bat
Of the cops you don't hafta be afraid
Nobody knows, no-one will ever realize
That your act is the same, a capital-crime
Cheating on a lover you should tentalize
You don't even deserve another rhyme
But you'll learn it once, wait & see
Can't explain, I'll look for no reason
Slits, scars, pain, no chance to flee
No mercy, it will be the final season
(2005 - január)