Laughing at the blood spilt,

Burn the body in the fire,

Hide the weapon in the globe, and then

Start screaming inside your brain

First murder, First victim, First kill

The victim, an unfaithful first love

The cost, now you’ve loved and lost

Congrats, you’ve got nothing left

Oh well

Don’t worry,

There’s always your memories

Constant, faithful, true

Unlike the once lovely love turned victim crisping in flames

Warm memories,

Just like the flames

So warm, so nice, so peaceful

The happy, happy memories

Of all those wonderful times in the West Wing