Knife

Grab the knife
There is no strife
Plunge it in
It’s not a sin
So what is wrong?
Do I have to sing you a song?
About the death and the gore?
Maybe that’s what you will get from what I sing
You aren’t much of a thing
So go ahead
Move on
Stick it in
And let it sink
Then you don’t have to think
Paint you with black ink
Throw you into the ocean
What is gone is gone!
No more you
You can’t sue
You know why
Cuz you are dead
Farewell my friend
A mail from hell you may send.
Till then bye bye