You held all the putty knives
Twisted-time arrows made of 40 oz dreams
Silken ropes used for belts
Just to hang me where I stand
I saw your popsicle stick sniper rifle
A bloody scout wearing a sandstorm veil
I can hear you whisper in the wind
As you crept into my heart
I hope your pink-haired clown mask fit
Never reveal your true identity
Never let them see your true intention
As you cut out my heart for feasts
Just because you bring flowers
Doesn't mean they can't turn
Into blood-covered razor blades
As you made all your decisions