I’m feeling deep right now
My lungs can’t breathe right now
All these platitudes drowning my voice and my ambitions
Destroying my mind’s friendly disposition
So I stand languidly, wondering what it is you have in for me
How do you wanna punish me
Blissfully or thoroughly?
I hope I’m like that little girl
With my own Bill to Kill
My parents aren’t dead but you made my heart and mind ill
So I’ll entice you, you so disgustingly perverse
Wait till I can stick this knife in you
And watch the lovely air run through and leave you
Oh dementor, can’t you hear?
It’s you that should be scared.