• I know who killed me
    I saw their eyes
    The eyes of the Devil
    Without his disguise
    The black as night hair
    And fire storm eyes
    The angels cried out
    And ask him why
    Without batting so much as an eye
    Replied with the demonish grin
    She was a troubled girl
    With her head in the clouds
    He licks his blade and twirls it around
    But now that pretty little head is on the ground
    I know who killed me
    I've even asked why
    I've seen the eyes
    And the Devil knows why.