She is better.
I'm
a slumber.
Can't wake up because the sleep is what I'm under.
pass out.
in a subliminal that's so
But I did this
She's dead
Like just burning my eyes Interrogating my lies
By the guys in the black ties Bruised black eyes
Choose to chastise For the truth I despise
Living a living a living a lie I never do it never did it
Never inflicted pain let alone murder I heard ya
Try to frame me Try to blame me
You cannot say me Was the same G
I oughta try my watertight alibi Say
I could've snoozed on my own kind
I hope they don't mind The evidence evident in my own mind
Because that would blow my cover My cover
Undercover My cover
About my undercover lover I reminisce on this as a witness
But I did this
Ding dong, bed of a slumber
Sleepless while I'm fond of Ding dong,
ringing again I cannot comprehend Ding dong,
I'm still raising Guilt must come of blood red Violence,
sirens,
prevalence She's dead She's dead Ding dong,
bed of a slumber Sleepless while I'm fond of Ding dong,
ringing again I cannot comprehend Ding dong,
I'm still raising
Guilt must come of blood red Violence,
sirens,
prevalence As he said,
she's dead
Up,
zip the body back quick Nausea hit,
causing me to vomit sick Head just spinning as I omit cries of denial
But lies ain't my style Never choose to be accused But my bruised
and battered Conscience sees a blood pool splattered I got to tell
myself it doesn't matter But the chit-chatter in my head makes me think
badder Vile memories of her smile Telling me I am the culprit Me,
the sicko vicar in the pulpit Hypocrite,
sins I commit I can't begin to forget
I reminisce on this as a witness But I did this Down the alley one
night No sunlight to expose the foe Because Laura knows me identity
The evil thoughts are just tempting me In the life of my strike
with a knife Sliced jugular vein Blood poured under the bubble with
shame again I took a stab but the pain in my brain Never stopping,
chopping till her body went lame My
guilt was cut of blood red As he said,
she's dead Ding dong,
bed of a slumber Sleepless while I'm fond of Ding dong,
ringing again I cannot comprehend Ding dong,
I'm still raising Guilt must come of blood red Violence,
sirens,
prevalence She's dead She's dead
Ding dong,
bed of a slumber Sleepless while I'm fond of Ding dong,
ringing again I cannot comprehend Ding dong,
I'm still raising Guilt must come of blood red Violence,
sirens, prevalence She's dead She's dead
Ding dong,
bed of a slumber Sleepless while I'm fond of Ding dong,
ringing again I cannot comprehend Ding dong,
I'm still raising Guilt must come of blood red Violence,
sirens,
prevalence As he said,
she's dead