Killing Me

Do you like the way blood feels on your hands? Do you like the way it feels when you are killing me? Didn’t think so, because you only act like you are told. Didn’t think so, because you don’t have whatever it takes to change. Can’t disobey, because you don’t like it whenever it rains. Can’t disobey, because you don’t like it whenever people stand out. You are only killing me, because I am a threat to everything made for you. You are only killing me, because you can only act like you are told. Don’t wanna do this, because it is causing too much pain. Don’t wanna do this, because it is only causing pain to you, and you know it ain’t doing a thing to me. Watch as a real killer does it, and I will watch you be afraid. I know whenever or whenever not to disobey, but I will always obey whatever made me. Don’t ever thing you know me or can be me, because I’m not even there yet. I got blood on my hands, and it feels good to me, but that’s because I know whatever it means to me. You don’t know whatever it means to have this kind of blood on your hands, because you can never know whatever it is like to be like me. Go ahead and try to be a killer, but you are only killing yourselves trying to kill me.