Snip
snip, snip, snip.......... a toe falls off
snip, snip, snip.......... a finger falls off
snip, snip, snip.......... a head falls off
I see my next victim
inching closer and closer.
I look on the wall poster to poster.
I know what I see and i've done it before.
I can keep my eyes open now looking
Door to door.
Music plays in the background but my mood
never shifts. Looking at the flesh while slitting
its wrists. At least I get paid though its sure not
a lot.
I hope i'm not fired and end up shot.
But on to the next and on to the next.
It sure gets routine though......
maybe your
Next.
