I’ve put you on a pedestal it’s true
Now I want to kick it from under you
Your neck in a noose,
my heart in a whirl
So let the ebony flag unfurl
One push, you’re drowning
in the boating lake
At last a drama that you did not fake
Scream for a lifebuoy
but I’d throw a wreath
To honour what is dying beneath
In another world I would slay you I would martyr and mortify
In another world I would murder I’d confess and I’d do my time
In another world I would sing you
A crimson lullaby
But all I am doing is waiting
I’m waiting for you
Waiting for you to die
I’d slip some hemlock in your morning tea
I won’t take sugar, revenge is too sweet
Then hit the bars, paint the whole town blood red
To wet the new corpse’s head
Hacking your limbs with an axe, how sublime
You could touch your toes, the very first time
But I’m no monster,
do you choose feet first?
C’mon, call a bin van instead of a hearse
In another world I would slay you I would martyr and mortify
In another world I would murder I’d confess and I’d do my time
In another world I would sing you
A crimson lullaby
But all I am doing is waiting
I’m waiting for you
Waiting for you to die
I’d slit your throat as you snored in your sleep
Dear, tears of laughter are all that I’d weep
At that blank look in your eyes when you’re gone
Just like your face, your face when you come
Hand me that cleaver and you’d be deluged
I always said that you look good in rouge
But I’d prefer you all breathless and blue
In another world I would slay you I would martyr and mortify
In another world I would murder I’d confess and I’d do my time
In another world I would sing you
A crimson lullaby
But all I am doing is waiting
I’m waiting for you
Waiting for you to die
Maybe I’ll make it seem like suicide
Forging your scrawl in the note that I write
I’ll spell ‘depressed’ with two ‘p’s and one ‘s’
To match your lack,
your lack of finesse
Options so many, my head’s in a spin
I know the end but not how to begin
So I shall wait, patience is a virtue
I pray one day life will hurt you
In another world I would slay you I would martyr and mortify
In another world I would murder I’d confess and I’d do my time
In another world I would sing you
A crimson lullaby
But all I am doing is waiting
I’m waiting for you
Waiting for you to die
