My Wish List

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