Fantastic Gentleman

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