wicked like the depths of a well. whats that smell?
follow the blood along a path of a trail
when you get to the end, hes already dead
thats his end. could there be anymore said?
hearing the sirens and lights flashing on the wall
im checking his skull, oh no i got blood on my palm
i wipe it on my shirt. what ended his life?
the cops come in, and i'm holding a knife
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