I love to see you lying in that chair, with your arms ripped off and all that blood in your hair, Your neck sliced open and your blood pouring out, see you struggle to scream, as your life's fading out. You're convincing yourself that this is just a bad dream, You're in horrible pain, yet unable to scream. As I'm standing here watching this gory display,. I'm slowly, Getting ready, for the motherfucking Friday.