then why does it suck so much to be Eric Ritter today?
I'm like the captain of my football team,
and every girl who's someone in my school,
either wants to suck my dick or sleep with me,
I get big props and high fives, for them quarterback sneaks from the 30 yard line,
I never fuck with drugs, i only drink for the buzz,
I can handle my liqour, and my daddy is a judge,
and he looks out for me, but what about the prom queen,
it's been at least 2 weeks since shes been heard from or seen,
Susan Casada, her mommy is a lawyer, here daddy is a doctor,
her picture's in my locker, her body's in the lagoon, underneath the lilypads,
glow from the moon, dark watery tomb,
consumed the body then pulled her below,
I wrapped her in my letterman coat and slit her throat,
then I let go, the loudest splash I ever heard,
and from that day foreward I haven't spoken a word,
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The marsh lagoon, so many wanna dump their dead in here,
only the waters, only the water knows what stories they bear,
my name's not important,
you never thought you'd see the day when you see me again,
but noe I caught you, I've been abused, confused, but uplifted,
so I chose to keep this inside but that shifted to a hat that'd keep me alive,
until your heart stops then the padlock your time box dropped it in a black marsh,
to hell and back thats where my mind has been,
and once upon a time I thought I really had a friend I could confide in,
flashbacks of the touching, uncomfortable feeling,
can't sleep much at night, I'm crawling on the ceiling,
got me feeling like I'm sick and depressed,
cuz everybody I told just laid it to rest,
but now I'm 25, and I'm sick of all the talkin,
now I'm stalking you, waiting by the door you'll be walking through,
no disguse so you can recognize my face,
and all the shame and disgrace will be the reason I dismantle you,
I hanlde you like a candle, break you in half and then I laugh at you,
soak you in gas and make you flammable so I burned the body and gathered the ash,
and then i sprinkle the lagoon everytime I get the chance,
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I got dark secrets, eventually I told everybody,
one day I'ma snap and leave the crime scene bloody,
but they just think I'm playin, I'm just Dave from Donut Hut,
they always like "what up Dave Nut?" when I show up,
but that doesn't really bother me I suppose,
yet there's a darkness in side of me which eagerly grows,
when I was younger I murdered off some neighborhood squirells,
and this abandoned garage was like my own private world,
now it's "honey I had a bad dream again",
I'm trippin, demons eating me alive and burning within,
I gotta feed it, i roll down another dark street,
I'm trying to find something alive so I can smother out it's heartbeat,
I'm thinking a hooker, you think I'm bullshitting?
I reach for my leathers but I only find my wife's mittens in the glove box, circle some blocks,
I pick the chick up, I let her suck the dick up, before I cut her neck up,
she kicked for a minute not putting much in it,
I never thought I'd get this mad, I'm glad I did it, I admit it,
feel so better a necker wetter a throat shredder,
I got blood on my sweater and I better not get ahead of myself,
the first matter is disposal of the body,
I found the perfect spot, out passed my uncle Marty's
it's some hidden lagoon where it'll be dark all the time,
I dumped her there and got on wiht my life,
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only the trees,
only the fish,
only the bugs,
and only the water,
truly really know hat happened that night,
what right went wrong,
that's how they got there.