How many times Will I be the murderer? The heartless, soulless You thought you could trust this
Invite me in Invite your doom I am a friendly Smile
I only want to hurt you I only want to be happy And I know my happiness Is your demise
And I don't care Never really did Once I tried to But it was all pretend
And no I don't give a **** I've got My pistol And your are out of luck I've got My hatred Festering inside All the times I've been hurt I'll hurt you more
How many times Will you play victim I take a life I am god
Love me When I can't love My lust Is homicide
I've got A sickness You play With my weakness I need Nothing more Than cold hearted revenge I live in sin I bring you in Be a victim To my disease
Written to John Frusciantes murderers. Touching the darkest part of me. An exercise