I'd die to see you dead To see your tainted heart filled with lead What I thought was pure Was only your shady attempt to lure My hands are painted red Encrusted with the blood from those now dead My love is a vapor, a viper Ready to strike At any movement/accusement Accuse me? I think not. It's time you fought Let's see what you've got It seems that over time Your infection has become my obsession I'm sure you think that's fine But all it's done is put a sore on my spine And now I'm coming back There's no fucking way to stop this attack