The Killer’s Riddle

On Dani Compose

He filled my glass up with drugs
Like one and two
Got a bomb and hugged it
I’m done, kaboom

This Bank of Academia
Seven, Eight
Gonna blow all their guts out
Swimming in lakes

Of blood, my ransom
Three and Four
So much panic they’re bleeding
Screaming pores

All I want’s my cup back
Four and five
This bomb’s the best
I’m more alive

I line them up there
Question mark
Took the senator and punched him
Through his chest and heart

My glass is half empty
My fist is half full
With brains and bones
And patches of skull

I’m the hostage king
I want whatever’s on tap
I kill for the drink
Spill it in my lap

I’m drunk on you
You shake with fear
Who am I, then?
Why am I here?