She Knows Exactly

She speaks in tongues.
Writing graffiti on the walls of hell,
She knows exactly how to kill me.

She gestures in rythm,
cause it's impossible to rhyme.
She knows exactly how to kill me.

She recites her lyrical hit list with a feather in her hat
In hopes to get my attention,
In hopes that she can sway my mind for the good of mankind.
She's an artist and an activist.

She uses her talents against my ill-witted soul.
She knows exactly how to kill me.
She waits for a sign,
For the light to hit just right.
She knows exactly how to kill me.

On a friday night while the others plan out their pathetic lives
She lurks in the corner of a room,
belonging to a day dream skeptic.
She knows exactly how to kill me.
She's an angel, and she's doing what's best,


.......but she doesn't know i'm already dead.