Murder On My Mind

(Christian Webster?)
Hey! Yeah that's me, how ya' doing, doc?
(I'm fine, but we're here to talk about you)
(How are you feeling?)
Good, I guess, uh
I mean I do have these dark thoughts sometimes, anger
(Hm, go on)
I don't think it's something I should really talk about
(It's a safe space here, Chris.)
(I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before)
Sure about that?
(Come on, how bad could it be?)
Well, alright

I just wanna really murder some people
Is that okay?
Only when I get the urge
I'm not saying like everyday
But this Ka-Bar knife and this axe have been asking when we could play
And I explain the consequences and laws that stand in the way
But if not for that I guess I'll be staking out your address
For two weeks just learning your routines and your habits
When you take your morning jog and when you take your kids to practice
So the night you got the house to yourself, imma grab the hatchet
Sneak around the side door
Looks like you forgot to latch it
Cut the phones and wi-fi so you don't do anything drastic
Walk into your room, I'm sorry I startled you on that mattress
But baby, we got some plans
I already picked out the casket
When I choose my means of murder
Better hope it's a gun
But I got options, you've got nowhere to run
The type of guy playing Grand Theft Auto
Just running people over for fun
Gimme a sec, this will be over and done
Because

There's nowhere to run to, there's nowhere to hide
When I got murder on my mind
'Cause imma hunt you and when I find
Where you been at and creep behind
And then when I catch you
I'll take my time
'Cause I got murder on my mind
There's no one to save you
So don't be surpri-
(I think we need to be done here)
One sec Doc, just a couple more things

I think somewhere in my body I've got a caged demon
Creeping into my psyche when I be day dreaming
I hear them blades screaming
Ready to grab somebody, stab somebody
Get my mask all bloody like a Jason scene
And I've just got them dark thoughts
And they creeping into my purview
That little voice inside of me wants nothing more than to hurt you
I'll turn a person to worm food
With a type of method that will certainly disturb you
Creeping out around curfew
No skeletons in my closet, they buried 'em back
Next to my shack
Wrapped in carpets and tarps
I've got a map of where I marked the shallow graves in which
I left 'em to rest
So I could go and visit 'em in case I ever forget
A serial killer who's scraping off the serial numbers
Of the murder weapon I'm wielding when appearing from
Under the fucking bed
And at that point, I'm sorry, you're fucking dead
I think something's off in my fucking head
But bitch

There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
When I got murder on my mind
'Cause imma hunt you and when I find
Where you been at and creep behind
And then when I catch you
I'll take my time
'Cause I got murder on my mind
There's no one to save you
So don't be surprised
When I got murder on my mind

You okay, Doc? You look like you seen a ghost
(I'm gonna need you to leave my office immediately)
(There's nothing, nothing I can do to help you)
W-w-w-wait, but-but
(Just please, please leave)
(I won't tell anyone about this)
(Just please don't hurt me)
Hurt you? Doc, they're just thoughts
(Get out, just please, get the fuck out)
You said this was a safe space
(Please get the fuck out, just get out)
Man, fuck therapy
(Just please, please)
Tony Soprano was right
Fucking last time I ever talk about my goddamn feelings