Night Of The Living Dummy

Night Of The Living Dummy
Standing over your bed with a bat and an axe you lay lifeless
and cold
oh my god how could you commit such a crime how could you
tell such a lie
There is blood on my hands from your neck
you are now mine
yes tell the judge this is what i had to do
tell the jury i'm coming for them
theres splinters of wood and broken glass scaterred around
you like flowers
your pain is now beautiful
now your dead
i leave you to rot
you've created a monster
i live for this