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 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