I’m starting to lose patience with you, girl
Do away with your most stupid habits
Fury, self-pity, touchiness you herd
Follow them and you’ll step into their shit
So, grasp their heads and say: You must go, babes
And then break their necks with an abrupt move
Tread them into the ground, hop on their graves
Still breathing? Kick their heads for final proof
Now wipe the sweat and cast away the spade
You’ll like your new name: Murderer you are!
– Laugh wickedly; warm up your shoulder blades
And soar away from the abattoir
The bodies will never be found, you know
The fruit will be more delicious though