Dead Bodies Don’t Float

Killing - Scissors in one hand...
Scissors in one hand, my knife in the other,
Who shall I kill first, my wife or my brother,
Cheat on me, I don’t care,
You will pay, cause its not fair,
There’s a dagger in my back, and cuts upon my wrists,
Now I’m going to attack, and you will fill it from my fists,
I'll hate him, and dislike her,
I'll break him, and despise her,
You promised, you swore,
You lied, you freaking whore,
Now as you read this death note,
Know it’s too late dead bodies don’t float.

By drew fitch
Published: 12/11/2006
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