Murder Most Foul

I let her sink, she'd hate to wake,
I ripped her lips off of her face
And store them now, with her guts in a jar.
I can't take, I hate the way,
That blood runs in your [bad word] veins.
Don't mess with this, [bad word] 
Your [bad word] blood will fill an empty vial, with your guts.
Yeah [bad word] 

Isn't it obvious? You will die.
You regret something you'll never see.
And I refuse to die alone, (I know)
I saw into blood,
Meet my [bad word] end.
And just this keeps her busy,
Found out what she hates.
And I know, that I won't be able to keep marrow of my date.
Anticipating, I picked her like a string,
Every picture made for me, so [bad word] fake.
Stay awake through this or I'll cut your [bad word] dreams.
I've skinned her face and yours, and that's all that matters to me.
I've learned something more, to now choke her,
While wiping this [bad word] smile, into a [bad word] frown.
Such a [bad word] [bad word] 

All, All that matters to me will be the end