picture someone with a wish
pouring poison in a dish
when the family's gone
one dead on the lawn

and he feels nothing inside
swells his sorry self with pride
though his mind is dull
still accountable

picture someone years from then
blinding children with a pen
who like angry clouds
express themselves loud

well if he and i should meet
on some dark and lonely street
i will have no choice
stab him and rejoice

well sometimes in a dream
asleep upon a stream
at peace within with all
and i gut him like a doll

well if he and i should meet
on some dark and lonely street
i will have no choice
stab him and rejoice

well sometimes in a dream
asleep upon a stream
at peace within with all
and i gut him like a doll

and i'd be bound for hell for sure
but me i have no choice
stab him and rejoice
me i have no choice
stab him and rejoice