Imagine

i can’t imagine
what you want me to do
but i know where the fuck
i can bury you
between the mud and the sticks
like you wanted me to
can you believe a pretty little
devil made me do it

aren’t you in the recipe for disaster
i’ll grab my mortar and pestle
and throw in some flowers
with angels tears and blood
it makes it easy to grind you

we’ll grind you
we’ll grind you
down into powder
snort a piece up
to see if you’ve
gotten stronger
we’ll grind you
grind you
we’re just trying
to save you
motherfucker

i can’t imagine
what you want me to do
but i know where the fuck
i can bury you
between the mud and the sticks
like you wanted me to
can you believe a pretty little
devil made me do it