Night of the Living Dummy

Standing over your bed with a bat and an axe you lay lifeless
And cold
Oh my god how could you commit such a crime how could you
Tell such a lie
There is blood on my hands from your neck
You are now mine
Yes tell the judge this is what i had to do
Tell the jury i'm coming for them
Theres splinters of wood and broken glass scaterred around
You like flowers
Your pain is now beautiful
Now your dead
I leave you to rot
You've created a monster
I live for this