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.