I wish you on my worst enemy
Oh yes I imagine you grabbing his arm
Ready to rip apart at any moment
The little bit of love
That he’s trying to build
Forgive me for laughing
But I imagine this guy
Swallowed up by his extreme distress
Going over all the ways
Of ending himself
Dragging you on his arm
Ugly, foaming at the mouth
Like a pit-bull without a muzzle
I wish you on my worst enemy
I’d almost want to save him
Reach out my hand to comfort him
Tell him I how much I know he’s suffering
And that he’ll die a thousand deaths before it’s over
Your fingers are knives
Your eyes flame-throwers
So I imagine him dragging himself in shreds
From what charm you still have left
I wish you on my worst enemy x3
Slowly I see him keel over
Slowly hear him sink
Drowning in the ocean of tears you’ll have wrung from him
See him grow old and shrivel up
Searching for the way out
That he’ll never find
I wish you on my worst enemy
I wish you on my worst enemy x3
I want to see him suffer under the grey breath of your perversity 1
I want to see him die as you killed me
And I want him to advance exhausted harassed his back bent double
Into the quagmire of his regrets
I want him to ask himself why he picked you up that day
To see him dying with sadness in his eyes
For him to ask himself why again
I wish you on my worst enemy x3
I want to see him broken
For the devil to take him
I’m the widow of a whore
Who’s not yet dead
1. Could mean drunken breath - maybe. Not sure...