Standing over your bed with a bat and an axe you lay lifeless and cold | |
Oh my god how could you commit such a crime how could you tell such a lie | |
There is blood on my hands from your neck | |
You are now mine | |
Yes tell the judge this is what i had to do | |
Tell the jury i'm coming for them | |
Theres splinters of wood and broken glass scaterred around you like flowers | |
Your pain is now beautiful | |
Now your dead | |
I leave you to rot | |
You've created a monster | |
I live for this |