• I can't take this anymore.
    All of the abuse from you.
    Keeping me in line
    is all you ever do.

    I've decided to leave you
    with the help of my personal cocaine.
    But I have nowhere to go
    so with it I will stay sane.

    In this little world of mine
    I have no escape.
    But with my cocaine
    I feel like I'm in a velvet drape.

    Unfortunately I was found out
    and you again hurt me.
    But it wasn't the usual routine
    so I was going to wait and see.

    It hurt like hell
    and next thing I was numb.
    But it wasn't until later
    I saw what you've done.

    You tied me and beat me,
    then grabbed your halbert.
    Then you hacked my limbs off.
    First my arms so I could hurt.

    My blood was spilled that night,
    and my body stuffed in a bag.
    Then you threw me in a river,
    but who found me was an old nag.

    She had saw me with you
    the night before.
    She had called the cops on you,
    and now you feel sore.

    I haunt you while you dream
    and haunt you while you sleep.
    Now your burried under depression,
    and your six feet deep.

    The look on your face was insane
    and very wild.
    So when you killed yourself,
    "Suicide" is what they filed.

    Now that your dead and gone,
    I can rest in peace.
    So I quit the cocaine,
    because your abuse has ceased.