Cut down in the prime of your love
My knife plunged into your back.
I preyed on the heart of this dove
A monster on the attack.


Get use to it girl and get a grip
Quit crying on the edge of the bed.
I crushed your heart--emotional rip
Perhaps you would be better off dead.


I treat everyone the same.


I carry the mark of Cain.


My tactics girl, were well conceived
You fell right into my hand.
I played it out, you were deceived
You have become secondhand.


It's over with girl, it's time to go
Quit crying on the edge of the bed.
I crushed your heart--anguish in tow
Perhaps you would be better off dead.


Depraved and unclean
I'm vicious and mean
I treat everyone the same.


I'm the "I" in team
This isn't a dream
I carry the mark of Cain.


Don't let the door hit you on the way out.