Murderer, psychotic, is this what I've become?
Men women, or children, it makes no difference.
Rape, their soft dead bodies, I f** when they can't stop me.
I just don't know what is real, what is real what is fake.
Confusing, k**ing spree.
I'll tear the flesh right from their bones.
Illusion, of their d**hs.
My mind shrouded in darkness.
Am I hallucinating, or is my brain just sick?
Cos when I f** these corpses, I can feel them on my dick.
From behind the veil of flesh, I can't distinguish, what is real.
I fell alone and forgotten, contorted, perception.
Piercing, her hymen, c*nt filled with broken gla**.
I'll drag her kicking screaming, from her innocence.
Beaten broken torn, just one dead who*e.
Is this a dream, or is this just my life?
d**h, is the sickening reality, flesh is just the mask it hides behind.
Narcissistic, nihilistic, my mask of sanity has gone, welcome to my world.
Confusing, k**ing spree, illusion, of my d**h.
Am I hallucinating, or is my brain just sick?
Did I just k** these people, am I the one that's dead?
Rotten flesh, deep inside my skull.
Murderer, dwells, within me.