The tickler kills his victim, went medieval on his ass Though there are many more to kill he’ll suffocate tonight His eyes were shining neon bright as the axe fell to his face, come the mo (u)rning, fleas awake trapped in a bloody maze The sky is weeping so I don’t have to The face in the water looks strange Grasping for air, seing it sink, realizing who it is As I rise the face has gone away