She lies sleeping so still br I look at her so sublime br I think she loves me br but I still have to kill. br br Her neck so soft and warm br I am so torn br Between love and something other br I know I love her br but I cannot let others br have her love as well. br br My razor draws a lovely line br I find it so sublime br To see the blood ooze from her throat br I stand and gloat br as the blood flows in the moonlight br She does not put up a fight br as se drifts off into sweet death.