Implications of plotting have gone awry
So why should I even try?
The bones that kept your back straight are mine to take
you don't need them anyway

I saw you glancing sullenly against the soiled sheets
the room smelled like secrets and
a lashing from your silver tongue
poisoned my deceit
It's what pushed me over the edge

So I went down
to the basement and into the darkness
the last place that I had found solace
and plotted out your end

Now I will take you down
you'll be safe with me now
you'll be safe with me now
just when you're turning cold
And I can tell

Strip the meat from the bone
extract the right from the wrong
you can't say that you're honest now
but i'm moving with such purpose now

If only I could have found
a measure of resolve, measure of restraint anything
I'm bound
to be the one who ends her

All remaining all left in my control
It's the thoughts that haunt me
How does it feel to be cold and lonely
trying to breathe, but I can't believe this failed

and though I'm eating so much less my eyes are bulging out. My hearing it has sharpened and I hear you in this house. Your nagging voive endears and erodes my fragile mind. I'm thinking with fire I can leave it all behind.

We thrived on adulteration
Defiled at dawn and breeded infection
You left those seeds inside, that filth you implied
you're left a spineless eyesore

Burn it all to the ground
I'm already half done
I can not see a way out from this

If only I could have found
A measure of resolve measure of restraint
anything I'm bound to be the one who ends her

(No one knows you're gone
They won't come searching for your bones)