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I'd wash the blood off of my hands
but the faucet runs pale with bile.
I'd give my heart to you if i could
I like when the red water comes out.

Do you want to meet my friend?
He's chained to the wall downstairs.
He likes it when you scratch his back
with a nice sharp rusty instrument.

My family doesn't want to play with me
They lock me away for hours on end.
Its really just too bad that they did so
papa seemed happy with a knife in his throat.

They say I'm away forever and ever
because I don't play nice with my friends.
Its not my fault my friends are so good to me
boiled with my preferred condiments.

Its such a shame that my friends are all asleep,
I sure wish they would wake up and realize
that its been a while since they've taken a breath.
Timmy has been hanging from my ceiling for hours.

He screamed in such joy and excitement, he did.
When I locked the doors and got the rope ready
he told me he wanted to play superman with me,
So I did him a favor and showed him how to fly.