Text: Wrath Of Vesuvius (The). Other. Alabama Hot Pocket.

All my time wasted away along with the whole fucking day.
Now, its my chance to get the bitch, slice her in two.
I'll pretend it's you, and act like she's not new.
Just tired of feeling this way.

I just want you to see my eyes when the blade hits your skin.
I saw your lips, you talking to me?
These thoughts will never be the same.
You've crossed the line too many times.
I've let you in one last time.
This time you'll never get by with all your lies.
You're not worth my effort to come back and torture you, so I'll give it to you plain and fucking simple.
You are not that fucking special, but I do have one last effort to plot your scene in this play.
It won't be easy.
You just stand there, wait for my sign.
Ready? Now, action.

I want to fucking murder you in mother fucking broad daylight


(Thanks to Joseph for these lyrics)