Plastic Spork Murderer

i sit in this rundown wendys

hidden away in the corner booth

admiring the way the red vinyl

makes my heart race and lip sweat

i sit in this rundown wendys

with a plastic spork in my hands

it was once used for my chilli and baked potato

but now it is in the jugular of some guy

i sit in this rundown wendys

with blood running down my arms

everyone is screaming and running

they are all terrified

i sit in this rundown wendys

now with a pile of bodies around me

all sliced open by my weapon of choice

this is where my own terror sets in

i sit in this rundown wendys

with tears streaming down my face

blood and guts splattered on every surface

i am now all alone with my murderous thoughts