Lyrics:

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
There's 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