I come home, and she's there waiting   So sweet and tender honest kind      Dim lighting, candles burning   That bitch must have something to hide      She's a bit too nice this evening   Suspicion makes me a bit vile      I'll skin her before morning   And find out what's behind that smile      It's nothing - It must be all in my head      I think the devil is hiding behind her smile   Darkness disguised as the morning light      What's there behind the closed door?   Imaginations spinning hard   She's hiding something hardcore   No choice, I'll rip that bitch apart      Blood drips down from the ceiling   She's spread around like modern art   How can I hear her calling?   "Come down dear, dinner's gonna start"      It's something - It can't be all in my head