| what do they call it when another force is is your hand? | 
| and what will they say when they find me here this way? | 
| and know, know, know, know, that it wasn’t my idea | 
| no it wasn’t my idea | 
| but oh, just to see your face when you find me here like this | 
| now there’s no time for wondering | 
| darkness is now at my door | 
| rapping with his thorny fingers | 
| he’s come to take me home | 
| he’ll envelope me in sleep | 
| wrapped in black feathered wings | 
| but before we fly- here’s my goodbye | 
| i get the last word, i’ll have the last laugh | 
| sure as the room is growing cold | 
| i’ll have the last word, i’ll have the last laugh | 
| sure as my blood is running cold | 
| they won’t call it suicide | 
| cuz i’ve got the killers name engraved so deeply in my veins | 
| they will call it homocide | 
| cuz i’ve got your name so clearly carved into my wrist | 
| the weak and the lame | 
| will find their way to escape | 
| but why should i leave all this beauty behind | 
| and forfeit the joy in my life in the name of the name in vain? | 
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| i’ll have the last word, i’ll have the last laugh | 
| sure as the room is growing cold | 
| i’ll have the last word, i’ll have the last laugh | 
| sure as your blood is running cold | 
| far be it for i to leave all this beauty behind | 
| i will stay to watch you wither away | 
| and with any luck you may be hit by a truck | 
| and i will remain to dance upon your grave | 
| oh look and you see how much your death means to me | 
| please won’t you play in a busy street? | 
| far be it for i to leave all this beauty behind | 
| and i will remain to dance upon your grave |