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