Calling for the damnedmature
The blood ran rings round her hand
before it dropped deadly on the floor
The tears still ran down his face
the tears he would cry no more
More blood, more blood, more blood
more pain, more pain, more pain
Lets kill them, let me kill them all
I want to see the horror again
I whispered in her ears once more
and now its time for mummy
Why dont you cut off her face
or stab smileys in her tummy?
She moves, she cuts she does my will
and i laugh and giggle and splutter
how many more child? how many more?
Before your locked away as a nutter!
And then we hear crying, baby crying
and i sign, and lead her to it
she pulls out the knife as she does so
and stabs, and stabs and stabs it
I wonder, or ponder about who is left
Oh this is great, is there no more?
Wait there is the one that she loved
Yes that brat who crawls on my floor!
Pick her up my child and hold her to your chest
make sure she feels love young one
Trick her then stab her, stab her in the face
Dont stop cutting now, oh you'll ruin my fun!
She drops the child and its blood flows
and now theres no more, what a bore
now i'll make this teen die to
what a whore, what a whore, what a whore.
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