Pieces of You

I’ve been through hell just to prove myself to the devil.
I picked up every piece that fell of your body when the dust settled.
If I rip out your tongue, what will you lie about then?
If I sever the ties will I be whole again?
The pieces of you are now the pieces of me.
With these pieces of you I feel complete.
And I will cut of your head so that
when you are dead, I won’t forget you again.
It all took a turn for the worse.
You don’t need me, You need a hearse.
If I rip out your tongue, what will you lie about then?
If I sever the ties will I be whole again?
The pieces of you are now the pieces of me.
With these pieces of you I feel complete.
And I will cut of your head so that
when you are dead, I won’t forget you again.
Put me back together with the pieces of you.
I can’t go through hell again.
What am I to do?
I will tear your limb from limb.
Your arms, your legs, I’ll wear your skin.
I’ll make a better you.
I will tear you limb from limb.
Your flesh, your bones, your skeleton.
I’ll make a better me.