Confusion seems to be your way
My murdering is inconsequential
Close your lovely, lying eyes
Stay bride
I`ll guard your last meal
Before your execution
Your treacherous
Dissatisfied face
Will rot by hunger for lust
Let`s stop talking all about
That shit
Let`s fuck show me your
Genitals
The hunger for perversion
Strikes back
I`ll break your personality
You lie in a sheet of organic
Juices
The plague of myself buried
Among your bones
I`ve got a present for you
It`s an overcrowded box
With corpses of the new-born
