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