She Was Asking for It

Take me back, back to the scene, it's coming back, I remember her = screams. The fear in her eyes, the night she died, it left me empty, hollow = inside. Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands. Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead. Feelings deep inside I don't understand. Can't fall asleep at night, I try and wake in fright. Touch of her skin, next to mine, warm and wet, deep inside. Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands. Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead. I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath. Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin. I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it. Memories, come back to me. In the night, I hear her screaming, waiting. In the grave, calling out. Come to me, I hear her screaming. Waiting - in the grave, calling out, but she's buried. Waiting - in the grave, come to me. I hear her screaming, waiting. I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath. Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin. I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it. Memories, come back to me. In the night, I hear her screaming, waiting. In the grave, calling out. I remember the screams, the night she died. I left her empty, hollow inside. Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands. Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.