Wreck and Drive

Cut cut Cut them up Into little bitties Makes for a good show Blood is getting nearer Waste waste Waste of flesh I am not allowed to Line them up a window Feasting on their eyes And their hair Hands Legs Knees Every juicy part of them Is going into My recollection Same blood must mean sin But it is intriguing To mess around with Moral deprevation Although I suffer Make it go away I will eat them with my eyes Pretty and guiltless Makes it all the more Fun for me To wreck and drive My hurt away with Their agendas Not even known to them Pick Trick Sick I am Thinking thoughts like these But I like what I see and I can almost taste them My mind is a mess Ethics dead and gone now All that is left is Urge for fear and madness Save Safe Save yourself Before I get closer How come you're smiling Oh you know I'm bluffing