May 2011
Next Friday, it's Friday the 13th.
7pm, waking up, put my mask on.
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs.
Headless kids with bowls, they don’t like cereal.
Killin’ everything with my machete.
Screaming on and on, everybody’s bleedin’.
Gotta get down to the bus stop.
I know you’re on the bus, I killed your friends!
Killin’ in the front door, slayin’ in the back door.
Gotta make my mind up…
Which life can I take?
