Burning The Ma**es - Nailgun Ma**acre lyrics

You need something accomplished by the fall of the night Your perverse phantasms will not keep you the f** away Your hormones race You are a s**ual fiend Your hormones race Looking for a lady of the night Driving around town where women who play their trade on the street are exposing themselves to routine's violence Seized from the shadows Can you please me? Coerced into submission of s**ual service Please me, tease me Selling their bodies to support their habits and during intimacy realized a same s** calamity You freak and, Grab a nailgun Impaling the victim Psycho moments make up this cerebral war You k**ed the motherf**er expecting an open door Puncture wounds and splatter marks Feeling cold stiff, Left with blood on your hands.