Peter Stratton 2

Nothing you say will make it 'okay'
I'll let him hunt you down,
Rip your body apart, piece by piece
As you lay bleeding in the dirt.

Nothing you do will make it 'okay'
Let me personally take this time to say farewell
To a boy who was never a man at all
And this is the time to say our goodbyes.

Nothing you say...
Oh fuck it, what's the point?
You're still out there, searching for prey
But guess what? You're not suffocating me.

Speak your mind, maybe throw another punch
Do anything you want, it won't even matter,
I'm gonna hunt you down with a machete in my hand,
Kick your face in and slam you on the ground.

Ever since you were born you were a disgrace
Everything I said to you, were emotionless lies.
I'm taking back my freedom, my voice to destroy you
You won't feel a thing when my fists turn you to dust.

He love me, and he's hurting because of what you did
Can you live with the fact that he's seaching for you?
Waiting until he can crush your bones in his hate?
Or is it when he's thinking about taking a saw blade to your face.

When the police come looking for you in the darkness
They won't be able to find anything other than your blood spatter,
We'll dig you a grave and shove your body in it
"How did Peter die?" well, he was in an accident.

Can you hear yourself? Choking on the blood in your throat?
It's only a matter of time until you stop breathing
Are you getting scared now? Maybe a little sick to your stomach?
Ha, I doubt it. Your thinking about the girls you wanna fuck up.

Oh this is fun. Sweet, harmless, innocent fun.
Would you like a napkin for all the blood your coughing up?
No? Okay, then let's proceed.
You're going to be in ashes, ground up and cremated, no one will know you.