Dysdera - Ricardo Lopez Lyrics

I've been thinking about you
Can't seem to get you off of my mind
Consuming my days and haunting my nights
My Icelandic object of piss

She sings the songs that remind her of me
She likes the darker side of sex, unacceptable
She is product of my desire
I hear your thoughts and voice just the same
Face painted red and she'll see
Play a song for me and she bleeds
I'm coming off like a motherf*cker like that
We'll be together indeed

She'll be so glad to get my package
I built it myself
And it is full of sulfuric acid
It is true
Your my mirror
My medication
It's on and it's off again
Such a firm grip on the gun
That I'm firing
This is not a cry for help
I'm cooped up here on the second story
This our life
Separate for now
Just you wait and we'll see
As you watch me on the TV
As I plan her demise
Sanity is a thing of the beholder's eyes

I love her
I hate her
I loathe her
I'll bathe her in the blood of my promise
She'll get... She'll get the best of me
She'll get
She'll get the best of me

Hollywood, Florida
With a post office pistol at my side
I'm nervous, but not deterred
There's no looking back now
I think I'll kill my self on Monday
No, maybe Wednesday
No, f*ck that shit, on Monday

My last words are "F*ck this world"
My last words are "F*ck this world"