Obsidian Aspect The Perfect Murder
You see your reflection, in my obsidian eyes.
As I carve you up and tear out your insides
You can feel the blade and it's as cold as ice.
And I shatter your skull as if it were glass
You stare down the barrel of my gun. Then I give it a
pump and we begin the fun.
I squeeze the trigger and blow your head from your body.
It makes a f..cking mess, but I don't think I'll worry,
I'm going to shoot you now.
Slaughter you anyway I can. I'll shoot you over and over
and stab you again and again.
I'm going to chop your body into little pieces.
For you there is no future, this is the perfect murder.
Your hands are tied behind your back.
The noose is placed right around your neck.
Your feet slowly lift from the ground.
You kick and squirm, but not for very long.
Thou art slain. Now you're dead.
Freed from life. My wrath has just begun.
I remove your blindfold and you look over the edge.
You try to run but you can't feel your legs.
I grab you by the neck and throw you off the cliff.
As you tumble down I wonder how long you'll live.
You hurl your mace, with anger towards me.
A swing from my sword deflects it into a tree.
Unleashing fury, I pass my sword through your neck.
You fall to the ground and lay next to your head.
