People are real, monsters are real. We all have our demons inside of us but we don't all carry loaded guns. This is a song about revenge.
I would like to hold your head deep into a bucket of ice cubes. It would cause pain but it would not be the death of you. It would cause pain but it would not drown you. What a shame, we want you dead. What a shame, oh what a shame. What a shame, for its just a dream in my head.
But depending on how I'm feeling at the end of the hour when all the ice melts and your face is so cold and pruned, I may just wait for you to stop trying. I want to watch you try just as hard to survive.
So you better hope those eyelashes of yours will help you flutter your weight out of the water. If they have seen what you have seen, they must be so strong. Strong enough to let you sleep your head down at night. If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you sleep your head down at night. If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you sleep your head down another night.