Pending Kill


I'd say I wish I were dead,
but now wouldn't that be selfish
and a little bit depressive?
I made it out.
Yeah, I made it out alive.
But how do I survive
waiting on memory loss to arrive?

I'm held down, hating myself
and been playing it all out.
How I could've fought harder
to light a fire to your mouth!

Now, you're speaking in circles,
begging the judge.
But to the best of my luck,
maybe she will not budge.

I want to rip apart your dick
so every time you pee it fucking bleeds.
You god damn piece of shit!
You should've buried me!

Because I'm waiting for you.
Best believe I'm waiting for you!
Remember me?
Motherfucker, remember me?

I'd say I wish I were dead,
but nothing will ever be
until you are no longer breathing!

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