Oh one by one, they all will tumble down
Drop without a sound, six feet underground.
Oh one by one they bleed a pretty shade,
The red's never the same, pumped through artery or vein,
From blade to pills, to rope around the neck.
It's a thrill they never will forget.
From blade to dirt, it happens so damn quick,
And nothing does the trick like murdering for kicks.
So show me how you bleed.
Oh close your eyes and let me hear you as you breathe.
The last breath that you have, before the final stab,
Is knocking at your door
And I want more!
Oh one by one they all will hear the sound
Of being drowned... while tied up, gagged and bound.
Oh one by one it hits them in the guts,
Another couple slugs, then toss them in the rug.
A bag, a box or maybe in a cake,
It's a choice they never get to make
From bag to dirt, it happens so damn quick,
Oh nothing does the trick like murdering for kicks.
So show me how you bleed.
Oh close your eyes and let me hear you as you breathe.
The last breath that you have, before the final stab,
Is knocking at your door with open arms.
So show me how you bleed.
Oh close your eyes and let me hear you as you breathe.
The last breath that you have, before the final stab,
Is knocking at your door.
And I need a little more!
Yeah I need a little more!
Oh lemme have one more
I gotta have one more yeah!