i got your throat in my hands ni can feel your pulse beating nbut i can't see you anymore nit's just the sound of your voice nand the smell of the blood i left ndrying on your kitchen floor ni was so sick of waiting for your time to end nthat i started creating a new and better man nfrom the leftover parts i wouldn't call this mutilation nbut i've been fingerpainting scenes of hiding and escaping nnthis jigsaw puzzle now nand i just can't seem to figure out nhow to get this back together nni've got to crack these ribs with perfect lines of symmetry nin the dark only ventricals are guiding me nyour heart is what i want nbut in this current state ni guarantee you'll never know that it was gone nas i'm stuffng pillowcases into your mouth ni got one thing left to figure out nwhich lines do i cut ni got ten minutes left till i self destruct nnYOU'RE LIKE A JIGSAW PUZZLE NOW nAND I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO FIGURE OUT nHOW TO GET YOU BACK TOGETHER nnflesh and bone ni left all over your home nthe pain you felt in your death nis nothing compared to me being alone nni stapled your lips into a grin na reflection of my face laughing at sin ni'll be god now ni'll cast a vote now nat your final judgemnt call you'd say nnall the others just like you, you were just number one nbut soon there'll be number two, three, four, and more nnYOU'RE LIKE A JIGSAW PUZZLE NOW nAND I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO FIGURE OUT nHOW TO GET YOU BACK TOGETHER