It's beautiful, Goldie. It's perfect. It's just like I promised only better.
It's not quick or quiet like it was with you. No, it's loud and nasty, my kind of kill.
I stare the bastard in the face and I laugh as he screams to God for mercy and I laugh harder when he squeals lika a stuck pig and when he whimpers like a baby I'm laughing so hard I cry.
He spurts and gurgles and life is good.
And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to must seem like heaven after what I've done to him.
Storebror är poetisk med sitt Guess the dude-svar och han har alldeles rätt.
En kärleksförklaring, en tvångstanke, en länk till en mamma som bor långt bort, en besatthet av Nick Cave, en fyllehistoria som egentligen borde berättas i tal så att man kan göra ljudeffekter till.
It's beautiful, Goldie. It's perfect. It's just like I promised only better.
It's not quick or quiet like it was with you. No, it's loud and nasty, my kind of kill.
I stare the bastard in the face and I laugh as he screams to God for mercy and I laugh harder when he squeals lika a stuck pig and when he whimpers like a baby I'm laughing so hard I cry.
He spurts and gurgles and life is good.
And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to must seem like heaven after what I've done to him.