The Genius Of Vincent Price

Murder everything you've held onto.
Sever all ties to anyone.
It's time to cleanse these open wounds.
And repair what's been torn apart.
A true friend always stabs you in the front.
As opposed to the back.
Help build these walls between you and I.
I'll tear them down.
You shame yourself and your name.
I'm left with malice and no hope of reprise.
All innocence gone.
You've torn me apart limb from limb.
No consequence for what you've done.
Plunge the knife in your chest and watch your head bow.
Cleanse these open wounds.
Stab you in the front.