You don't feel a thing in your sinuous head
No love, no pain, and no fear of dread
Your apathetic dispa**ion has made you distort
And your savoir faire is to k** for sport
You'd wound a small creature and watch it wiggle
And lust to feel so bad, that you'd force a giggle
So crooked and curled is your point of view
There is no other creature more malicious than you
I'm completely satisfied
My other life I will not miss
An altered beast until I die