Blood stains on the carpet
Blood stains on my hands
Drag her toward the kitchen
Hide the evidence
Oh the toil a lie can bring
That quitters never know
Lies can be the perfect things
If they never show
Crisis posed a question
Just beneath the skin
The virtue in my veins reply
Quitters never win
She almost ruined everything
Oh the toil a lie can bring
That quitters never know
Lies can be the perfect things
If they never show