Your friends will like you more than they use to . . .
hiding behind the shadows i'll b waiting in the dark
love is to. . . drive this blade strait through your heart
--------------> the rising tide will not let u forget me . . . . .
i\'ve been dreaming of you in a pool of your own blood
with your eyes gouged out by the work of my thumbs
the scent of your insides from under the floor boards . . . .
~~~~~~* the perfect perfume to settle a score
