I'll make it look like an accident

I'll make it look like he was trying to hurt me

I'll make it seem like I was innocent

I'll make him wish he had never met me

I'll make it look like a suicide

I'll make it look like it was meant to be

I'll make it seem like I was innocent

I'll make the strychnine taste like raspberry tea

I fear for your soul (as you sow, you shall reap)

I know me, I'm so low (as you sow, you shall reap)

I spread the soul poison quietly

I make him think that he wanted it from me

I make it seem like I'm innocent

This disease will feel like solidarity

I know me