"I've gained a hobby as of late;

It's why I miss out on all our dates.

In the basement, stirring with lust.

This is a passion I can't give up.

It starts with a thread and my eyes.

I draw out a soul and dot my lines.

I hide the evidence inside the faux;

A rumor mill grinds them slow.

The perfect murder is done with your hands;

They'll all see signs of your plan.

You'll take the breath and play creator.

They won't even move, or give a shudder.

It'll be perfect, I promise you this.

The heart will stop, they'll die in bliss.

Vanquish evil and wipe your foes.

This is how the secret song goes.

I hid my heart inside of you.

But lately you aren't the vault you swore.

I guess I'll have to reclaim my part;

I'll start with twine and end with scars.

It'll be perfect, I promise you this.

The heart will stop, they'll die in bliss.

Vanquish evil and wipe your foes.

This is how the secret song goes."