Dirt Room
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when your home
I'll be standing by your backdoor
Reaching for the knife in my coat
I'm going to put it in your throat
Sweaty Piggy, your a bad man
What a fuc*ing sad way to go
Your mother raised you as a joke
I should have wiped away a burden
Use the curtain in the kitchen to choke
You
You think you own me
You should have known me
You took the future and the food off my family's plate
You think you'll use me
I'm stronger than you
You take my money but it's useless
When I see what I do to you
Look at what I do to you
Oh God, when you awoke
You started screaming through the duct tape
I should have let you choke
Don't ever think I'm letting you go
I'm busy digging you a hole
Now you'll be living in a dirt room
Breathing through the straw of your own
Come On
I really think this is fun for money
I'll make it comfy for the time wasted making you rich
I want to cover you wth ants, bees, and honey
Then take a picture, for you to hang in your dirt room
And now I see you, Oh how I see you
'Cause your backs against the wall
And finally, your mine
Your mine
