My anger is to you as,
Your lies are to me.
What will separate us from these chains of hate
What tries to bond us becomes fate
Why do you stand there all happy-like
Why do you enjoy tearing me up inside
Something about you makes me quiver
Your outside now, quick let me see you shiver
Aww, what’s wrong now? Are you freezing?
If you be good now, I’ll let you in, just maybe
There there, your inside now, there’s no need to cry
Oh don’t look at me,
Don’t ask why I put you outside.
I only let you in to say goodbye.
Goodbye my love, I’ll miss you dearly.
Our life has been swell, but your making me weary
Leave now, and take your things;
Leave me to my lonesome
Alone finally, I have done it.
Years of torment and years of grief,
I have come up with a belief:
I shall not let you live
“Come back” I say, there are things to be done,
You leaving made you think that you were done.
Oh sweetie, things have just begun.
I will tie you up to this rusty old chair
Your skin is so fair
Ah, and so is your hair
Your crying…
Music to my ears.
Oh darling, won’t you look up?
Look at who appears:
It is your favorite knife –
The one that would surely cause you strife.
Now look at me if you please,
I’m tempted to squeeze,
The life out of your body.
You are nothing but a rotting whore;
sleeping with men here,
And sleeping with men there,
Taking your clothes off one day,
And putting them on the next.
Now you wonder why your life was brought to such dismay.
The final hours of your life are coming.
Like that clock above you,
Everything is ticking,
And everything is tocking.
When will your blood spill?
When will it fly high in the invisible sky….?
Only I’m the controller of that…
And no blood shall flight high in the sky
None shall soar ever-so high.
Only to the ground,
As it drips and slips and slides down your gown.
Oh, do you hear that now?
The clock above you…
It strikes now.
Big hand on the 3,
And little hand on the twelve.
It’s time for this knife In my hand to go deep and down,
Into your gown
Look at all that blood.
Your screaming loud, but no one is around.
The person sitting In front of you is your last view.
Your lies are to me.
What will separate us from these chains of hate
What tries to bond us becomes fate
Why do you stand there all happy-like
Why do you enjoy tearing me up inside
Something about you makes me quiver
Your outside now, quick let me see you shiver
Aww, what’s wrong now? Are you freezing?
If you be good now, I’ll let you in, just maybe
There there, your inside now, there’s no need to cry
Oh don’t look at me,
Don’t ask why I put you outside.
I only let you in to say goodbye.
Goodbye my love, I’ll miss you dearly.
Our life has been swell, but your making me weary
Leave now, and take your things;
Leave me to my lonesome
Alone finally, I have done it.
Years of torment and years of grief,
I have come up with a belief:
I shall not let you live
“Come back” I say, there are things to be done,
You leaving made you think that you were done.
Oh sweetie, things have just begun.
I will tie you up to this rusty old chair
Your skin is so fair
Ah, and so is your hair
Your crying…
Music to my ears.
Oh darling, won’t you look up?
Look at who appears:
It is your favorite knife –
The one that would surely cause you strife.
Now look at me if you please,
I’m tempted to squeeze,
The life out of your body.
You are nothing but a rotting whore;
sleeping with men here,
And sleeping with men there,
Taking your clothes off one day,
And putting them on the next.
Now you wonder why your life was brought to such dismay.
The final hours of your life are coming.
Like that clock above you,
Everything is ticking,
And everything is tocking.
When will your blood spill?
When will it fly high in the invisible sky….?
Only I’m the controller of that…
And no blood shall flight high in the sky
None shall soar ever-so high.
Only to the ground,
As it drips and slips and slides down your gown.
Oh, do you hear that now?
The clock above you…
It strikes now.
Big hand on the 3,
And little hand on the twelve.
It’s time for this knife In my hand to go deep and down,
Into your gown
Look at all that blood.
Your screaming loud, but no one is around.
The person sitting In front of you is your last view.