The Things You've Done To Thee.

First I'll tie you up, and play like nothing's wrong.

Then I'll stay, all the while thinking about what you've done to me.

Contemplating the pain I'm about to inflict, I'll go get my things.

Round up my shit and some of yours, clean get-aways are always the best.

Ah, the things you've done to thee.

I cut off your ears, for all the the lies I had to listen too.

I sewed your eyes open so you could see what I've become.

I ripped out your voice box, so I wouldn't have to hear that seductive cry.

All the while looking into your eyes, pray to your god I don't kill you.

My things are together, my hearts at your feet.

Some would say I did it to hurt you, I say I did it for love.

I'm walking, leaving, gasping for breath.

In a bag awaits a heart, for your true lover who plays the part.

Ah, the things you've done to thee.

I cut off your ears, for all the the lies I had to listen too.

I sewed your eyes open so you could see what I've become.

I ripped out your voice box, so I wouldn't have to hear that seductive cry.

I cut out your heart and put it in a bag, left that shit for Susie, you're new pussy.

I hope she cries, I know she'll scream.

Maybe she'll think twice before fucking with me.

Ah, the things you've done to thee.

**Old song, I'd like your opinion please.