I've been thinking of a way to kill you   Is that so wrong of me?   Dreaming of you bleeding on the ground at my feet...   It's quite the fantasy      Thinking of the look on your face after being stabbed a few times   Wickedly smiling as I lick the blood from my knife   Does that hurt?   I'm sorry, not in the slightest   I want you to know I plan on seeing you dead tonight      Undressing you with my mind, but don't get me wrong   Not to see you naked   Only to imagine the way your insides look pulled out of your body   I'm curious to see how far they'll stretch   Reading the lies from your insides as if they were a book      I keep dreaming of my hands around your neck   Bleeding the color from those pretty little eyes of yours   Your face is beginning to get pale   The aroma of death will rise from your pores   Do you miss these arms?   Here, take them; they're yours   But no longer to keep you warm and safe at night   Instead they'll choke the life from you until your veins run white