So far removed from the tranquil surroundings of your home
I've dragged you, through the woods in the middle of the night, to open you up
They'll never find you, when I get through, and when I'm through with you you'll be ripped to shreds
Food for the animals, a lifeless former friend of mine
You've stabbed me in the back, for the final time
There are no excuses. only exit wounds
A pool of blood, reflects the moon
As I read aloud, a transcript of all your transgressions, you will beg for your life
Every scream you expel, can not be heard
This dull knife peels the flesh from your bones, and pours in the salt
The last thing you see, the last thing you see as I take out your eyes
Is your grave being dug, being lowered, as you're buried alive