Recorded at Soundforce Studios (www.soundforcestudios.com); Featuring Paul Alvaran on drums. Dark, slow and melodic. The chorus gets significantly harder with some eerie background vocals.

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There was this guy in one of D.'s classes that really pissed her off, so rather than take notes she'd sit and fantasize about how much she wanted to kill him. Seeing that murder is illegal, instead she wrote a poem about it, and three years later modified the poem and turned it into a song for the band. M. wrote the background lyrics later.

Dear Philip, I long for the wrong you could have done to me to justify my desire to watch you writhe and bleed. From across the room in silence I envisioned your demise. There were times you caught my gaze and smiled so I averted my eyes. Dear Philip, shadow of a man so frail and small. I knew you'd be my first. No one would miss you at all. I wondered what it must be like to be lost in your pathetic world as I watched your dainty hands tread lovingly through your bearded curls.

Maybe it's the anger my gender's felt through history. Or maybe its the hate from a past incarnation when you raped me. Maybe it's the way your posture reveals your insecurity. Or maybe I'm just crazy... (How could I restrain this violence flowing through my veins? You make me think these horrid thoughts the troubled nights I stayed awake and fought the urge to watch you die in pain This fantasy I can't escape)... Maybe.

Dear Philip, for hours I stood outside your home, watched you live out borrowed time - if only you had known! Anticipation mounting I'd reached the point of no return and if there is a god above I suppose my soul will burn. Dear Philip, I took my time with you I made it last but in the end it all went by just far to fast. I still haven't seen such pleading as when I sliced across your face. It probably would please you to know no one can ever take your place.

I know this isn't normal and I know it's not a game but the thought of violating you excites me just the same. I can't help it when my thoughts turn dark and logic fades to gray. My restless eyes scan round the room in search of my next prey.... (I don't know why these thoughts of your suffering are such sweet delight this revolting act playing through my mind as I softly run the blade across your flesh - on my hands the most atrocious sin... In this game of playing god I win.)