Descartes A Kant Crime Scene
Someone says it′s growing old
Someone says it's dying
Someone is calling 911
Someone says I′m dying
Blood is draining on the floor
Forensics are arriving
Wounds are being photographed
Someone says, I'm dying
Evidence is analyzed
Stains of blood trajectories
Angles of severity
Of multiple stabbings
It's criminally cold
It′s criminally cold
He lives in me in many ways
In the evidence that will remain
In the bodies hidden in the garage
I have traced his prints for days
And now I crush on our remains
The blood is dripping on thе walls
It′s criminally cold
It's criminally cold
It′s criminally cold
The blood is dripping on the walls
The blood is dripping on thе walls
The blood is dripping on the walls
The blood is dripping on the walls
The blood is dripping on the walls
The blood is dripping on the walls
The blood is dripping on the walls
The blood is dripping on the walls
You are just a tiny drop of blood in this crime scene
You are just a tiny drop of blood in this crime scene
You are just a tiny drop of blood in this crime scene
You are just a tiny drop of blood in this crime scene
They don't give a f..ckabout me
They don′t give a f..ckabout me
You don't give a f..ckabout me
I don′t give a f..ckabout you, too
Someone says it's growing old
Someone says it's dying
Recollect the evidence
Reconstruct the crime scene
