the clock strikes twelve
ive been ready for hours
gonna get me out of this hell
only to cover your grave in flowers
the gloves are on
got bullets to spare
honey this wont be just intensive care
the plans have been carefully drawn
im dangerous lurking stealthy in the shadows
i almost got you, i know
go on, i wanna hear you beg
tell me why i shouldnt do this
the dirt flies over my shoulder
and i imagine your body getting colder
too bad you cant change the past
honey this isnt just broken glass
you're lowered down now, still cant move
i insist that we have a last dance
no ones going to come looking for you
sorry i cant give you another chance
ill untie the ropes, on second thought...no
i want you to look your best down there
last time i brush the hair out of your eyes though
honey not all things are fair
the dirt goes back in place
the evidence has been erased
it wasnt hard at all, i barely tried
who knew i could get away with
burying you alive?