I come home, and she´s there waiting
So sweet and tender honest kind

Dim lighting, candles burning
That bitch must have something to hide

She´s a bit too nice this evening
Suspicion makes me a bit vile

I´ll skin her before morning
And find out what´s behind that smile

It´s nothing - It must be all in my head

I think the devil is hiding behind her smile
Darkness disguised as the morning light

What´s there behind the closed door?
Imaginations spinning hard
She´s hiding something hardcore
No choice, I´ll rip that bitch apart

Blood drips down from the ceiling
She´s spread around like modern art
How can I hear her calling?
"Come down dear, dinner´s gonna start"

It´s something - It can´t be all in my head