See You Next Tuesday

I said run
 And you won't be able to see me
 Because you'll be bleeding from the eyes
 The thought of your genitals makes me sick
 And I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass
 Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back
 These are the last days of the rest of your life
 Next time I want a better excuse
 Dropped like a bad habit
 I wash my hands of you all
 My slate is clean
 And I'll be smiling all the way to the bank
 Face down
 Ass up
 I want to destroy something beautiful
 By the end I want everyone dead
 By the end I'm going to be the only one standing
 Not even your children are safe
 
 I said run
 And you won't be able to see me
 Because you'll be bleeding from the eyes
 The thought of your genitals makes me sick
 And I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass
 Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back
 These are the last days of the rest of your life
 Next time I want a better excuse
 Dropped like a bad habit
 I wash my hands of you all
 My slate is clean
 And I'll be smiling all the way to the bank
 Face down
 Ass up
 I want to destroy something beautiful
 By the end I want everyone dead
 By the end I'm going to be the only one standing
 Not even your children are safe