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.