Wishing that I had a knife
In front of me, some cunt in a suit
A gash in his head, to me, would be cute
Talking on “cell phones” so loud and so fast
Make it worthwhile, it will be your last
Some junkie swearing at nothing right near me
Soon enough, fuckface, your kind will fear me
Seething with anger from my head to my feet
I want to kill everyone in Chapel Street
Corey wants feedback. Give Corey what he wants.
