Thick hands released his victim's hair as she slumped over.
I saw her slender fingers numbered one to ten.
He sliced each from their knuckles.
Is taking a life as glamorous as your records make it seem?
What happened, a living woman wouldn't cut it for you?
Or they wouldn't pay you enough attention.
So you decided to fuck the girls that couldn't possibly say no?
He leapt from my new companions side
Clutching his ten dripping prizes
And slapped me across the face, screaming...
"Bitch, shut your mouth! I won't hear another word!
You think you're any different from them?
Just pray that heart is more gorgeous than the rest, or else your death
Will be a waste of time... Just like your life."
Damn it's true.
Why are the ones who actually want the heart
The last ones we'd ever fucking give it to?
Flies scattered and swam around
my blood-streaked face
As he resumed his desperate work.
The last finger sewn in place...
Unlikely for a man so drawn to novelty
And so devoid of originality - to create,
From the blank canvas of his mind. Such masterpiece.
Even fanatics occasionally
exceed their idols' genius.
Maybe insanity is just truly seeing beauty.
Still somehow, it may have all been for nothing.
She is beautiful. I'll give you that.
But she'll never be perfect. "She'll never talk back."
She'll never laugh. She'll never be warm
"I'm used to them cold. I like it like that."
He scooped the insects from her sockets
And positioned her new eyes.
They'll never see you. She's soulless.
She's empty. "So am I.
She's ready for you. Are you ready to die?"
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comJaded motherfucker! How many times have I heard that line?
You think I'm the same as the pawns in your game?
You're just a tired cliche.
A character spawned from a teenage brain...
Are you ready to die? Well this is the end.
What inspired you to slay and slaughter?
Now you're just selling a fucking trend.