Killer Shack

I hear their voices in the woods, camping next to my home I probably should, punish them for breathing, being basic so loud I'm seething, (They're always fun to chase, I put my Hands in their mouth) I put the fancy clothes on covered in blood, sharpen my blade hope you didn't think that I was, going to show mercy, panting just so thirsty for that red water, with a little speed I caught her, carving curses in the soft parts, I like to hang my art in the shack, on the trees, cut out the knees, that's not important, almost done screams so discordant, (They're always fun to chase, hands in their mouth, once caught just wanna tear everything out) Always (always)