Dead Girl

My darling girl You're better dead Your two bits won't matter When you're bound and gagged I tried to warn you But you're a bag My darling girl You're better dead Your two bits won't matter When you're bound and gagged I tried to warn you But you're a bag Wouldn't shut up so I'll make you Hold your breath until you turn blue Pain will come and that will do The slower it is the more I'll get from you Hold your breath a little longer Choke on your fucking tears Struggle, try and breath a little stronger Soon you won't be here And when you're quiet once again I'll continue cutting you up until I'm through And then I'll start again