Watching blood turn brown
Losing that scarlet crown
I'll keep hating
Every inch of you
Slicing
Dicing
Icing
Now pricing out any parts
Of value to you
Thought you could tell your lies
Never knowing how precise
I would be plotting
The death of you
You forgot one thing
I was watching
I was waiting
Now I'm celebrating
The death of you
Body pulsating
Demons gestating
Your useless soul hating
From the grave
Stupid little bitch
Worthless rotten snitch
Ground calcium in a ditch
Only a little finch
Could now make use of you
Just keep waiting
I'll keep hating
Next life still baiting
The death of you