i always saw your glaring scary eyes
the secret that lies behind
the dark room
the sick gloom
and that sick b!tch
that sits there and watch
i can only hear the light switch
as the silence fills the bloody air
she sits,waits there in despair
feeling mental
a scary feeling
oh that sick b!tch
stalks, and
likes the blood so appealing.
with a bottle of wine in her hand
shes always friken drunk
and can barley stand
people talk
and say"what a sick b!tch"
and if she knew
if she loved
all these crimes that she done
a sick b!tch
is what she was
and a permanet  stab
that's all she wants
and when she hears the haunts
the knife lies there
with no reason of endless care
maybe if she can then listen,and see
what shes become 
the police looking back
shes a sick b!tch
and that's the crucial fact..... (the blood drips with no
one there,the sick b!tch is somewhere)