I'm a stealthy robber 

rummaging through your house

I walk past the long hallway full of trophies

I walk past the open safe on the dining table

I walk past the many certificates leading upstairs

I walk past it all

There's only one door in my vision

 

I turn the knob and see you lying on a bed

I pull my rondel dagger out of the scabbard 

I raise it in the air and just as you open your eyes, 

I thrust the dagger into your chest 

Blood gushes out as you slowly close your eyes

 

I'm a stealthy robber 

rummaging through your house

I've stolen your most valuable item

I hold it in the palm of my hand

I feel it pulsating, beating, and bleeding

Almost as if it's asking to let go

But I don't care

I grasped it in my hands and let it bleed

 

I'm a stealthy robber 

rummaging through your house

I know I should feel guilty

I know I should feel remorse

But I haven't felt anything in a while,

until I stole your most valuable item

It feels good

It feels like gold

A treasure only I can find

 

I'm a stealthy robber 

rummaging through your house

and I'm sorry

I'm sorry for stealing your most prized possession

The truth is I've got to make a confession

I never wanted to be the only robber in this house

I wanted you to be my partner in crime

I could steal your shiny prize and you could steal mine

and we wouldn't feel guilty because it would feel so divine

But you never wanted to commit this crime

and now I find myself lying in your crimson red blood

and all I feel is guilt overflowing in me like a flood