[bad word] you have got me on a temporary tomb
You're a sick and twisted carving 
Wrapped with secrets 
that protect all your lies 

Pick, pull my strings control me
Hitch, make a switch confuse me
Uncanny power
Lethal silent trap

Dead, I've sent my signs but no one came then my head fell forward
Now untie this final fading end

After [bad word]  got sterilise my dreams, disinfect my new horizon
Keep my distance, and destroy all the signs
Not a chance in a chance I've been blessed with intolerance 
(There's no cure for your disorder)
You [bad word]  agonise now the end is so sweet
There's a slot kept in [bad word] that is [bad word] 
There's a spike for your head and your name on the stick 

Dead, I've sent my signs but no one came then my head fell forward
Now untie this final fading end