Confess your crimes After twenty years of killing Clearing your mind is easy now caught Death was your life, pain your pleasure No regrets, emotions are naught Interrogator vomits Because of the gore In the story you tell him Bile covers the floor Your first one was a whore She didn't want intercourse Spilling your sperm On her mangled corpse Loving the killing Sex no more fun What would you do If your dick was your gun
Bisexual lust low way of life Your true religion was a knife A trail of corpses left behind For dismemberment and carnage you strive They'll send you to the electric chair Lawyers will defend you but do not care The victims' parents will not cry As your body is convulsing, they want you to die They can't kill your body But your soul will survive You'll take control of one's mind And live an eternal life
