There is no crime,

Your innocent laugh, it reaches out,
Angels and Demons, they fly about.
From my lovely bones, to my twisted face,
You laugh and think, oh what a disgrace.
You dance and play, it rains pure blood,
I lift my hand, but you kick it in the mud.
You raise your knife, such a beautiful thing,
I cry and beg, but your demon's sing.


You smile and bend down, who is the fairest?
"You, I cry," I'm so embarrassed.
You hold it close, ever so close to my side,
I break, I break, to think I should have died.
My bloody hands, they reach below,
What could you think, what could you possibly know?
You laugh, so simple, you could take a life,
I close my eyes, I draw my knife.
Drip, drip, the rain pours down,
Your silent screams, a lovely sound.

I have no license, yet I drive,
I drive my knife, into your side.
I laugh, it's funny, to take your life,
I laugh, it's slippery, blood on my knife.
The demons see, and they don't laugh,
They were so delighted, with my other half.

Now it rains, but it's not my blood,
"Aww did the little birdie hurt her love?"
I take my knife, right through your skin,
Everywhere you killed, everywhere you've been.
Gone away, but my troubles have simply ceased,
For I know, there's no crime in killing a beast.