Murderer, psychotic, is this what I've become?
Men, women or children, it makes no difference
Rape, their soft dead bodies
I fuck when they can't stop me
I just don't know what is real, what is real, what is fake
Confusing, killing spree
I'll tear the flesh right from their bones
Illusion, of their deaths
My mind shrouded in darkness
Am I hallucinating, or is my brain just sick?
Cause when I fuck 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, cunt filled with broken glass
I'll drag her kicking, screaming from her innocence
Beaten, broken, torn, just one dead whore
Is this a dream, or is this just my life?
Death 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, killing spree, illusion of my death
Am I hallucinating, or is my brain just sick?
Did I just kill these people, am I the one that's dead?
Rotten flesh, deep inside my skull
Murderer dwells within me
