At your pain
The pitter-patter
Of the rain
Hitting the sidewalk
The scent
Of sweet, red, iron
Flowing freely from your mouth
The look of your body
Contorted and wounded
In a heap on the pavement
Was enough
To make me laugh
At your pain
Your dead
I'm not
HA HA
Of the rain
Hitting the sidewalk
The scent
Of sweet, red, iron
Flowing freely from your mouth
The look of your body
Contorted and wounded
In a heap on the pavement
Was enough
To make me laugh
At your pain
Your dead
I'm not
HA HA