from so little the evidence.

             all it takes is a fingerprint.

                       your only queen of the crime scene

                                              but you wont be treated like royalty where

        this siren drawn carriage is taking                       you.

 

                                                         you cant frame someone without first

                                                                getting the                picture.

 

       maybe your bulbs burned out?

      and maybe ill come during visiting hours

      and                                      kiss        you through the glass.

                how romantic...

 

                                this glass could shatter if i knew how to harness

                                                     these feelings that are eating

             away at my insides.

                                                                                thats right,

                                                                                hypnosis style bitch.

                                                                                what do you know

                                                                                about that?

 

  butt with the occasion i leave you behind.

                                  knowing youll be safe with all the

        maximum                   security.

                                       i            hope you got the top bunk baby.

                because being at the bottom is lonely                         without

                                                                               you.

 

                        dont forget to write...