You Know I Love Your Limbs

I want to cut out your heart,
Because I love you so much.
Sit it on my bed side table,
And watch it pump.

Tie your legs to the bed,
Stop you running from me.
Hand cuff your arms to the bed head,
So you can't brake free.

I hear you screaming,
But I don't mind.
I know you don't love me,
Cause I'm the worst kind.

The kind that if you mess with me,
I'll cut off your head.
Carve into your skin,
Feel the pain before your dead.

Tape up your mouth,
But still kiss you good-night.
Why didn't you want me?
Don't cry to loud tonight.

Don't want to get me angry do you?
No, no we wouldn't want that.
I'll take off another finger,
And theres no putting it back.

Push your head side ways,
Run a razor across your neck.
Your body tenses up,
Kiss you on the throat, just a peck.

Now get the kerosene,
And a few matches.
Pour it on myself,
And hope the flame catches.

In death we'll be together,
I've already taken your life.
You should of noticed me before,
Now look at my knife!

Your limbs on the floor,
Your blood on the walls.
Lie next to where you once lay,
Blood drips from the mattress to the floor.

Light the match,
Hear myself screaming.
I love your limbs,
And i loved the killing.