Game Time

Creeping, crawling in your bed
Sweetly nothings that are said
Sighs and moans escape your mouth
Into screams, your guts are out

Sit back as they wait in line
Wait to be dead just like kine
All they see, a handsome Ace
What I want to, smash your face

Bored to tears
Through the years
I want to play
Want to cheer
On your fear
I want to play
A game

You are picked up on the street
Hung up like a slab of meat
I can read you like a book
As you hang there from a hook

A puddle under your toes
Blood spraying like a hose
I laugh out loud as you pray
You won’t see another day

“Hello, Sweet thang, I’m the one you’ve heard so much about. A devil in the making. A clown on parade. I’m your local serial killer.”

Bored to tears
Through the years
I want to play
On your fear
Want to cheer
I want to play
A game

For you lord, you have prayed
For the pain to go away
Just a victim to my knife
You’ll never leave here alive

When you go to bed tonight
It’s best to leave on your light
When your head’s on your pillow
I’m looking in your window