You don't understand
You say you're scared for me but
The eyes are clouded with fear

Can't you see that you're
Precious baby you carried for nine months
Wants to **** herself

And if I can't muster the courage to die
I'll cut up my body from the outside
Because inside my head is darker

I'm only making the interior
Match the exterior, and mommy,
I'm an expert home decorator

So let me paint the shingles red
The door and stoop too
We'll make it ugly and sinister

And it will match the insides
Of what is happening in my head
Then we'll demolish the house

I'll rip the door off its hinges
And wreck the the walls
Take down the sturdy wood inside

We can gut the house and burn
The excess wood
And everything will be ash

Because mommy, don't you get it
I just want to blow the whole
**** house up