The rope starts to rip and, You know I'm sorry.
But tonight,
I'll wait until I know you're fast asleep,
To poision you, with memories of you and me.
I pray you die slowly.
So I can be the last thing you'll see.
She's loosing conciousness,
I'm gaining confidence,
It's starting to make sense.
She's covered in fingerprints,
From her lips to her hips.
All I wanted was one last kiss.