Those pretty eyes beg my forgiveness
You trick [bad word]  I'm better off with slit wrists
How many [bad word] did you convince that you were in love with them, while you were [bad word] all his friends?
You filthy piece of [bad word] 
I want you dead before my eyes

Her lips trip the guillotine, collecting heads as trophies
Taking names and digging graves

Beware the wraith with an angels eyes
great deception, angels were meant for heaven

That doesn't mean I would like to be the one to show you how [bad word] empty you are

Let's see how much it means for you to have the last word
Will you [bad word] to speak even with your lips sewn?

I am the horror of your dreams
Horror. And you will never wake up

My embrace won't let you go, to the grave it follows