Some people say I'm antisocial
But it isn't true
I just don't enjoy other people
Or their points of view

They point their fingers, know it all
And think they all know me
But they don't know nothing at all
I wish they'd let me be

Sometimes I try to close my eyes
And see them all drop dead
It's pleasuring to see them die
Though it's just in my head

I picture axes, forks and ropes
I picture bloody knives
I picture that they lose their hopes
As I slowly take their lives

The dead bodies that'll never be found
Are those in my sweet dreams
My wish list has a body count
And my dreams won't come true, it seems