Confess your crimes After twenty years of k**ing Clearing your mind is easy now caught d**h was your life, pain your pleasure No regrets, emotions are naught Interrogator vomits Because of the gore In the story you tell him Bile covers the floor Your first one was a who*e She didn't want intercourse Spilling your s**m On her mangled corpse Loving the k**ing Sex no more fun What would you do If your dick was your gun Bis**ual lust low way of life Your true religion was a knife A trail of corpses left behind For dismemberment and carnage you strive They'll send you to the electric chair Lawyers will defend you but do not care The victims' parents will not cry As your body is convulsing, they want you to die They can't k** your body But your soul will survive You'll take control of one's mind And live an eternal life