[Spark Master Tape] Unh Fat detective stood by the couch With the smoke from his stogie And his bushy eyebrow First at the scene of the crime Never seen a scene with a more violent design There was a Old tenement block Long abandoned and lost Not a lock that's been shredded by cops Crime high, murder happens a lot Still can't believe what he just stumbled across All dark and the scent barely permeable Small 'partment in a state that's terrible White carpet with stains irreparable Blood spattered with brains Spread across the living room floor and sink With a row o' bodies in a line that stink He counted all the bodies that he could [illegible] Stomach started churning as he walked further in The blood of the souls Blood on his shoes with all steps he chose He moves through the puddles, the body count grows Two bedrooms, a bathroom And one door that's closed All of they stomachs exposed Organs exploding as if filled to blow The stench is so strong he can taste with his nose But it all feels so wrong that there's something he knows Now it's time to do Open the last door, walk on through So he walks up to it Stares like there's something that draws him to it One hand on the handle, one hand on the roof Door felt heavy so he pushed right through With a crack it swung open and smashed A kids toy of a pony, end up broken in half He stood back But the world looked familiar Unh It was before the divorce, and alcoholic problems started hap'nin'. Before It's like a different [illegible] that just opened the door And he recognized the baby's cradle turned on the floor Heart started jumping in his mouth some more He took a few steps and approached the wall Put his hand under the side and saw the hand of his son with a note in blood that said: