Your attention please, I need answers
Where was your head at and who's your maker?
Tell me the truth man,did you enjoy yourself
Give me your throat now, see how you like it
Not one memory to take with her
Not a child, not even a photo album
Strangled, naked, lying wet because of you
Die slowly
Anticipation, you've been mislead
I'll not be satisfied until you're dead
Am I not feeble enough for you?
Am I not fragile enough for you two?
Seems like the odds were in your favor
Two against one now, you fucking cowards
Not one memory to take with her
Not a child, not even a photo album
To think her last thoughts were of you regurgitates my hate
Because that's bullshit, fucking bullshit
There's no place like home
There's no place I'd rather be
Than to see you hanging from a fucking rope
