Tuesday was a nice day, warm, sunny, and bright,
Little did I know Monday was my last normal night.
As the morning passed on, the time narrowed down,
Just 8 hours later I'd be dead on the ground.



School went well, but at the end of the day,
the world turned to shit... it wasn't my way.
As I made a right turn and began to ride west,
My bike went down and I slid on my chest.



My life became a short sixty feet long
and I began to sing a FUCK YOU song,
Sliding on the ground, I left some skin behind,
only to watch that sixty feet unwind.



You look at me as I take my last breath,
if i had gotten up, you'd be beaten to death!.
It was your fault Roy, and you know as well,
that when you die, you'll go to HELL!



I want to slice off your skin,
while everyone stares,
then you will die,
and no-one will care.



You have watered the seed
of my hatred weed,
it will continue to grow,
and watch your soul bleed.



Nothing you do can erase what you've done,
if i see you again, you're ass better run.
I'll grab you by your neck and fuck up your life,
and I'll do this in front of your widowing wife.



She'll sit there crying and filled with pain,
as I tear your life apart and rip out your veins.
As I do this you see what you've created,
my name is Dean... And I'll fuck you with hatred.



Your life is a waste of matter and space,
burn to death Roy, and be put in your place.
If I could make a wish in a wishing well,
I'd wish that you're soul eternally rots in HELL!





Yankee Rose