Murder On My Mind

Christian Webster?

Hey, yeah, that's me, how you doin', 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

Hmm, 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

You sure about that?

Come on, how bad could it be?

Well, alright

I just really wanna murder some people, is that okay?

Only when I get the urge, I'm not saying like every day

But this KA-BAR knife and this axe have been asking when we could play

And I explained 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, I'ma 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've got options, you've got nowhere to run

The type of guy playing Grand Theft Auto

Just running people over for fun

Give me a sec, this'll be over and done, because

There's nowhere to run to, there's nowhere to hide

When I got murder on my mind

'Cause I'ma hunt you, and when I find

Where you been at, I'ma 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

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

Creepin' into my psyche when I be daydreamin'

I hear them blades screamin', ready to grab somebody

Stab somebody, get my mask all bloody like a Jason scene

And I just got them dark thoughts and they creepin' 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 the type of method that will certainly disturb you

Creepin' out around curfew

No skeletons in my closet, they buried in back

Next to my shack, wrapped in carpets and tarp

I got a map of where I marked the shallow

Graves in which I left them to rest

So I can go and visit them 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 to, there's nowhere to hide

When I got murder on my mind

'Cause I'ma hunt you, and when I find

Where you been at, I'ma 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've seen a ghost

I'm gonna need you to leave my office

Immediately, there's nothing (What?)

Nothing I can do to help you

Wait, wait, 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, I

Get out, just please get the fuck out

I— 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, man

Fucking last time I ever talk about my goddamn feelings