Rot In Peace

I’m bulletproof to bullshit
You know that you can’t fool me
She said before he took her hand
And started to use it
Spooky boogie woogie
Boogey man under her wet bed
Blood stains everywhere
Acrid scent in the air

Over her dead cold body
An epitaph of naughty
Fake Words, who knows
Who took advantage of that lady

She was 16teen
Wearing something amiss
She probably deserved it, maybe
She even begged for it

Maybe not surviving was a bliss
So She lies 6 feet deep underneath The trees
Manuring roses I hope you that finally
Rot in peace
Maybe talking to your corpse’s the only Thing he’ll miss
Maybe not surviving was a bliss
So She lies 6 feet deep underneath The trees
Manuring roses I hope you that finally
Rot in peace
Maybe talking to your corpse’s the only
Thing I'll miss