Burning and Other Misfortune

What do you do when the skeletons
In your closet are a whole goddamn graveyard
It would take, Superman’s might…
to clear this crypt tonight,

Oh you’re a bottomless pit
Filled to the brim with shit
Im glad you went away but I still hope that someday
Ill get to watch you drown to death in it

I refuse, to let you mean, anything to me
And I won’t let, you take away, any part of me

I hope you perish in your sleep
Trampled to death by a million fluffy sheep
I hope you live as long as that hundred year old man next door
He’s got like 2 weeks left to live

I hope you choke on your own lungs
I hope you vomit out your heart
I hope you suffer some terrible tragedy
I hope your car doesn’t start

I refuse, to let you mean, anything to me
And I wont let, you take away, any part of me

And I want bad things to happen to you x3
And I want bad things to happen to you soon

I want to be the piston,
In the engine of your demise
I’ll be the hand that feeds you
Buckets of poison, and pile of lies

And when you’re huddled in a dark, dark corner
Curled into a ball
I will stand above you and smile and say
That I don’t resent you at all

I refuse, to let you mean, anything to me
And I wont let, you take away, any part of me

And I want bad things to happen to you x3
And I want bad things to happen to you soon