Excution Style

I'm so damn close you can feel my breath
Not a day goes by i dont plot your death
And every day its getting worse
Haunting me just like a curse

Now its just a matter of time
You're driving me out of my mind
A shot goes off inside my brain
Every time i hear your name

You linger in the air i breathe
I can feel you crawling up my sleeve
You even haunt me in my sleep
Turned me into a fucking creep