Murder Me - Matisse

See mother, see father your son?

Watch your beloved in a cell with the cum

He once was good

He once was loved

And truly kind

But life is a curious thing

He says

«Oh come murder, murder me

Rescue me from this horrible life

Oh come, murder, murder me

Take away this excuse of a life»

See mother

See your cruel young man

Taken away for the kill of a thug

He got your look

He got the brains

And killer style

But the mind is a curious thing