As you describe the ways to kill
and relieving free will, I feel ill
You say nonchalantly
“you first hang them on a tree
see, they have to bleed out,
some you cut across the throat
and some right through the heart”
You give thanks before you eat
a way to wash down the gluttony
You say
“I gotta eat”
to justify the killing
So let’s say it was just you and me
And we only had each other
And since you gotta eat
would I be next one on the tree?
Yeah probably, I mean,
who we kidding?
I ain’t a fighter,
start with my ass,
you’ll like it there
In all honesty,
I’m not trying to be
cut-throat or
backstabbed
Can you do me in a dream?
I could fade away quietly
no one has to hear me scream
and then you can get back to
munchin on my ass cheeks
cause we all know
you gotta eat