I've been through hell just to prove myself to the devil. I picked up every piece that fell of your body when the dust settled.
If I rip out your tongue, what will you lie about then? If I sever the ties will I be whole again? The pieces of you are now the pieces of me. With these pieces of you I feel complete.
And I will cut of your head so that when you are dead, I won't forget you again.
It all took a turn for the worse. You don't need me, You need a hearse.
If I rip out your tongue, what will you lie about then? If I sever the ties will I be whole again? The pieces of you are now the pieces of me. With these pieces of you I feel complete.
And I will cut of your head so that when you are dead, I won't forget you again.
Put me back together with the pieces of you. I can't go through hell again. What am I to do?
I will tear your limb from limb. Your arms, your legs, I'll wear your skin. I'll make a better you.
I will tear you limb from limb. Your flesh, your bones, your skeleton. I'll make a better me.