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I found you dead on the kitchen floor,

I found you dead, and nothing more.

I found you dead over by the stairs,

I found you dead without a care.

I found you dead beneath all the lies,

I found you dead with my own two eyes.

I found you dead right where I left you before,

I found you dead, but what did he kill you for?



...He killed you for pleasure, he killed you for game,

No one knows what he looks like; nobody knows his name.

He killed you for revenge, he killed you for fame,

It shouldn't have ended like this, what a horrible shame...



I found you dead right outside my door,

I found you dead, and nothing more.

I found you dead with your mouth open wide,

I found you dead, was it suicide?

I found you dead with Jesus on your chest,

I found you dead, leaving me really depressed.

I found you dead right where I left you before,

I found you dead, another victim of war.



...He killed you for pleasure, he killed you for game,

He killed you with just one shot, what a mighty fine aim.

He killed you for revenge, he killed you for fame,

He drained your life, and left a permanent stain...



I found you dead over by the ocean shore,

I found you dead, and nothing more.

I found you dead and we were frozen in time,

I found you dead, then shivers shot up my spine.

I found you dead with a knife in your back,

I found you dead, then my world went black.

I found you dead right where I left you before,

I found you dead, and then I came to the fore.



...He killed you for pleasure, he killed you for game,

My tears fell down and burned like acid rain.

He killed you for revenge, he killed you for fame,

You may be gone, but I'm left with all of the pain...



I found you dead on your way to the store,

I found you dead, and nothing more.

I found you dead with the gun in my hand,

I found you dead, then I began to sink in the quicksand.

I found you dead when I saw the news on TV,

I found you dead, and all the signs point to me.

I found you dead right where I left you before,

I found you dead, and now I settled the score.



...I killed you for pleasure, I killed you for game,

I have no regrets, and I'm not ashamed.

I killed you for revenge, I killed you for fame,

But I got my scapegoat in my front pocket to take all the blame...



I got my scapegoat in my VCR to take all the blame,

I got my scapegoat in my CD player to take all the blame,

I got my scapegoat book-marked on Chapter 666 to take all the blame;

Revenge, what a satisfying game.