Bad Love - 45 Grave

To you, the deception is clear

The time has come to realize your fear

The pain of it all isn’t worth the prize

Hating you, as I surmise

But I’ve really done some stupid things

Meeting you, was a stupid mistake

Loving you, isn’t worth the pain

But right there you were on the make

Loaded with dough

Waiting for me

Though it was cool

Though it was free

I can see things

In a different light

To see things right

Born too late

To, you, here’s the prize

This gun barrel in-between your eyes

With those words, I say me dear

I see you, shake with fear

Under the covers, under the light

No control, the piss runs out

Cover your head with the sheets tonight

Defecation runs in my mouth

Hating you is such fun

Your blood is red, your skin is white

Shooting darts is just half the fun

I love you, it’s the truth

Is the rope a little bit too tight

There is blood on your sheet I

I bet your feel really neat

That’s why I am killing you

Loaded with dough

Waiting for me

Though it was free

In a different light

Though it was cool

Born too late

I can see things

To see things right