Pictures hung on the walls 

Depicting a families dream's

Look's like they could come

Right out of some plastic family magazine 

I wish the pictures were true

And the stories they told were real

But I hate to say there was a rage

Somewhere deep inside their cage



Down, going down holding you

I'll take you down, I'll take you

Down, going down holding you

I'll take you down, I'll take you down



The cops show up but there late

They could not stop all that hate

They climbed over the bodies and put

Up that yellow crime scene tape 

And we thought that these people

Lived so calm and seemed fine 

Looks like underneath someone had lived 

With a blackened heart and mind



Down, going down holding you

I'll take you down, I'll take you

down, going down holding you

I'll take you down, I'll take you down



It's so hard to believe 

Then they found a note

It came from a man with a knife 

When they read it it gave them a chill 

If I can't have her then no one will 

Then no one will



Down going down holding you

I'll take you down, I'll take you

Down going down holding you

I'll take you down, I'll take you

Down going down holding you

I'll take you down, I'll take you

Down going down holding you

I'll take you down, I'll take you down