-1She Was Asking For It

Stitch ran into the forest in the backyard, he was panting and looked frightened, he took one last glance at the Pelekai household and continued to run.

Take me back, back to the scene

It's coming back, I remember her screams

The fear in her eye, the night she died

It left me empty, hollow inside

He stopped and looked at the sky with blank black eyes.

"Stitch not bad, Booji Boo had to go, stitch not bad."

He looked down at his claws, and clenched them shut, "Angel had to die." he muttered with a tear in his eye.

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands

Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead

It was night, Stitch went back to the house since he cleverly hid the body and no one knew about it yet, he climbed into his bed, Lilo walked over. She noticed how strange he's been acting.

"Are you ok Stitch? You haven't been acting like yourself since Angel came to visit."

His eyes shot wide open at that statement…Angel.

Feelings deep inside, I don't understand

Can't fall asleep at night, I try and wake in fright

Touch of her skin, next to mine

Warm and wet, deep inside

Stitch tossed and turned in his sleep, the only thing he could think about was Angel, beautiful Angel, so beautiful Stitch had to kill her…to set her free.

Stitch got up and looked at the sleeping Lilo, innocent child; he walked to the kitchen to get a soda. As he walked his way flashbacks impulse in his brain, flashbacks of that night.

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands

Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead

He opened the fridge door and grabbed a can of soda, as he closed the door, a figure appeared right beside him, a pink corpse with bloodstains on its neck and chest. He gave a light shout and closed his eyes; his memories took him to that night.

Angel had come over to visit because Stitch asked her to; he couldn't help but always show his fasination for her, the way she walked, talked and her seductive eyes, chills ran down his spine whenever she came close to him, but Stitch knew what he had to do.

"Angel, come see Stitch…tonight." his eyes almost had a hint of sadness as they glistened in the light.

"Okie takka." Angel said in a mild tone.

That night Angel visited Stitch that night, his hands were behind his back and looked like he did something wrong, he spoke with sadness as his ears dropped down.

"Soka…Angel."

As she stood there confused he jumped on her, crushing her down with his strength and grabbing a hold of her throat.

I wrapped around her neck, squeezing out her breath

His look soon turned to anger as his grip grew tighter and she was gagging more violently.

Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin

Angel tried to break free but Stitch was too strong, her claws didn't affect Stitch's grip which only irritated him more, then he used his claws to rip open her throat, severing her trachea and causing a squirt of blood to flow on Angel's pink fur and Stitch's hands and chest.

I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it

Angel then struggled no more and stood lifeless, Stitch then closed her eyes and then began to cry.

"Soka Angel…Stitch sorry, but Angel in better place now." he said with a weak smile on his face.

Memories, come back to me

In the night, I hear her screams

Waiting

In the grave, calling out

Stitch opened his eyes again, the figure was gone, but Stitch grew angry and confused.

"NOT STITCH'S FAULT." he shouted inside his mind, but his anger soon faded and he walked to the restroom and turned on the faucet, as he splashed his face with water he heard a scream, he quickly turned around and the figure appeared again, Angel.

"A-Angel!?" Stitch's jaw dropped, her face was scarred with anger and her neck was still gushing blood from the extreme laceration, she inched closer to him, Stitch moved to the corner and began shaking like a scared child, she picked him up roughly and started crushing his windpipe, gagging and choking he felt overwhelmed.

I remember her screams, the night she died

I left her empty, hollow inside

Stitch tried to scream but she prevented him from doing so, as the oxygen left his body and lightheadedness took over his struggling began to stop, all he saw was everything blush a white and he fainted.

Then he woke up screaming in his bed, he examined his body and sighed to himself, it was only a dream, but strangely he felt sore around his neck, he touched it but the flesh was tender and sensitive.

"Angel…what have I done, Stitch so sorry."

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands

Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead

Stitch sneaked out of the house and ran into the forest, he made his way to where he buried Angel, as he made it to the mountain of dirt he began to dig franticly until he reached for what he was digging for, finally he unburied Angel's corpse, the wound was clotted with blood and her fur was filthy, but he brought her closer and kissed the cadaver on the lips.

"Please don't be mad at Stitch." he said sobbing, he placed her back in the grave and buried her for the final time.

Lyrics © Cannibal Corpse