Fantastic Gentalman

I got your throat in my hands
i can feel your pulse beating
but i can't see you anymore
it's just the sound of your voice
and the smell of the blood i left
drying on your kitchen floor
i was so sick of waiting for your time to end
that i started creating a new and better man
from the leftover parts i wouldn't call this mutilation
but i've been fingerpainting scenes of hiding and escaping

this jigsaw puzzle now
and i just can't seem to figure out
how to get this back together

i've got to crack these ribs with perfect lines of symmetry
in the dark only ventricals are guiding me
your heart is what i want
but in this current state
i guarantee you'll never know that it was gone
as i'm stuffng pillowcases into your mouth
i got one thing left to figure out
which lines do i cut
i got ten minutes left till i self destruct

YOU'RE LIKE A JIGSAW PUZZLE NOW
AND I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO FIGURE OUT
HOW TO GET YOU BACK TOGETHER

flesh and bone
i left all over your home
the pain you felt in your death
is nothing compared to me being alone

i stapled your lips into a grin
a reflection of my face laughing at sin
i'll be god now
i'll cast a vote now
at your final judgemnt call you'd say

"all the others just like you, you were just number one
but soon there'll be number two, three, four, and more"

YOU'RE LIKE A JIGSAW PUZZLE NOW
AND I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO FIGURE OUT
HOW TO GET YOU BACK TOGETHER