• Oh what a mess I have made
    But it wasn't my fault...
    Cried out the used to be heart, now a spade
    As she chopped of roses, heads and legs
    She took no mercy, nor begs
    Oh what a mess I have made
    Cried the heart to her spade
    She looks at your beauty
    This bloody mess
    Looking with a smile for this red silk
    Loving your beautiful silk corpse
    You twist and turn as your mind warps
    No longer a heart with innocence
    A spade, no longer giving beauty sense
    Blood covered hands, soft as silk
    Paid her change and left for dead
    Buried her love
    only to realize
    She could not sleep in this rose bed
    Never to rest, for the thoughts in her head
    Now buried in soft silk
    This spade heart will no longer
    Tear anyone apart
    Forever to rest, in beautiful
    Red silk