So when they find my body,
You'll be the one to cry,
As he bashes my head,
and I finally die...And so there's proof on the table,
enough to put you away,
A b*****d of man,no more sick games to play.
When the truth breaks free,
they'll know what you've done,
to the sick and the innocent,
buried under the sun.
When the walls fall down,
everyone will know,
of the lies you have told,
through the cold blistering snow.