The Crimson Flood 3

With one smooth pop..I heard the crack of my bat against the grain of your head...and down you went...limp but not dead

I grabbed your dirty shovel...pressing pressure on the ball of your neck...my boot stomped...til i saw red...and hail to the crimson flood...that flows from you

Oh what a problem we have...how your neck still connects...i take the chainsaw..and cleaned right up...now your head could seperate and sit in my sack...to love and adore...forever more

I dug at the earth to put the rest of you in it...never knew why you chose my sister over me...i can' t take care of this baby...but i'll take care of you

Now your where she' ll never find you....why couldn' t you see...I was the one who loved you! I was the one who loved you....I' m not crazy! I'm not crazy! I' m not crazy! I'm not crazy! I' m not crazy!

At least thats what the shadow man in the trees tells me.