Text: Kicking Howard. The Auburn. This Nightmare.

Calm summer nights
How'd it come to this?
Some drunk guy with some drugs in a drink.
I hate to bring it up but it had to be addressed
These girls did nothing wrong
Can't wait to put his evil soul to rest.
I'd hate to be you when you die.
I'd love to be there when you die.
I'd love to see you beg and cry for your salvation.
I'd love to be there when you die.
I hope I never see your face
You'll never ever be the same
For I will show you what you've done.
I hope this song makes you want to die - preferably suicide
To take the burden off the state
And ease the minds of the girls you've raped.
Girls it's not your fault
Please don't judge your worth on this nightmare
Because you are loved.
Loved by God and me.
Your tears will wipe away
But his evil soul
It will cease to be.
You twisted fuck, you animal, your day will come.
I hope this song makes you want to die
La, la, la, la, la, la, suicide