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