Well don't the walls look nice in here
But they'd be nicer drenched in blood
Unhappy young boy disappears
In the wake of your own love
Severed arms and legs
In a pile on my floor behind my bedroom door
And in truth it's a sight
I'd rather not to have to see
Pre-teen with a tendency to overact
Pushes out the ones they love
Told they'd never love him back
Oh the things we'll do in the name of hate
Pay heed to the ex's warning
In the guise of jealousy
Big news a likely story
Piles of polyethylene
Pay heed to the ex's warning
In the guise of jealousy
Big news a likely story
Piles of polyethylene
Pay heed to the ex's warning
In the guise of jealousy
Big news a likely story
Piles of polyethylene
Big truth to the ex's warning
A sight that I'd rather not to have to see
Pay heed to the ex's warning
In the guise of jealousy
Big news a likely story
Piles of polyethylene
Pay heed to the ex's warning
In the guise of jealousy
Big news a likely story
Piles of polyethylene
Pay heed to the ex's warning
In the guise of jealousy
Big news a likely story
Piles of polyethylene
Pay heed to the ex's warning
In the guise of jealousy
Big news a likely story
Piles of polyethylene