A Woman Scorned Tangle up my fingers in you;by
Your insides come undone at my hand.
I'll pull apart your pieces one by one,
And leave my mark burned in you like a brand.
Stifle every protest you have,
Your secrets spill diluted at my feet.
Every measure taken to protect
Will bend and break to pay for your deceit.
Dirty up my hands in your sin;
It's lavish and it's ignorant at best.
The price is high for playing me a fool -
I'll rip your god-damned heart from your chest.
Hush your silly pleas for escape;
Your promises fly empty through the air.
Another scream and baby, you can sleep -
Your poor pathetic life wont be spared.