Red Paint

My heart is pounding My mind is shouting

While I start stabbing And started smiling

Red paint on my lips Taste so sweetly

Stucked knife on her hips Then clean it neatly

Collect the red paint Don't make a sound

Act like a saint The body has been found

They knew it was me I said yes proudly

They asked me questions I told them my suggestions

They said I'm mad Well thanks, I'm glad

Answer them honestly I said cause it makes me happy

Voices in my head agreed We don't care about the defeat

All we know is to collect Collect the paint that is red