Over my head when all the warnings they gave I could never imagine someone could be this savage Over my head when all the devious ledge 'Cause I could never imagine someone could be this savage
You wear an apron and a self-righteous grin As you twist the knife Is there a man behind the chuckle you let slip? As you mutilate my spine
Over and dead are all the promises made I could never imagine they would all be abandoned Over and dead are all the vows that we kept 'Cause I could never imagine you would favor the damage you wear
You wear an apron and a self-righteous grin As you twist the knife Is there a man behind the chuckle you let slip? As you mutilate my spine
Stay away You can do your sacrificial dance on someone else's hand Your temperamental blame is a framed perfect picture of a yellow sham Slaughter to the lamb
