Changing tides

I'd die to see you dead
To see your tainted heart filled with lead
What I thought was pure
Was only your shady attempt to lure
My hands are painted red
Encrusted with the blood from those now dead

My love is a vapor, a viper
Ready to strike
At any movement/accusement
Accuse me? I think not.
It's time you fought
Let's see what you've got

It seems that over time
Your infection has become my obsession
I'm sure you think that's fine
But all it's done is put a sore on my spine
And now I'm coming back
There's no fucking way to stop this attack