R.I.P

[JohnnyWishbone]

I know where those bio-chemicals come from

Right out of your head

Right out of your filthy heart

Finding any moment you can to occupy a mind

But I've got plans for you

And you'll see that the worst thing

Is to be trapped, just like all your victims

But it won't be me who shut you down

It will be what you do to yourself

When you can't intimidate anyone anymore

And there you'll remain

Until death & the ghost

Comes for you.