| You are my next victim
|
| The knife invades your genitals
|
| The pleasure from your pain I’m feeling imprinted in my memory
|
| Slowly choked then released
|
| I plunge my knife in you
|
| Once alive now deceased
|
| I blew a load in you
|
| After death her crotch did bleed
|
| I kept a souvenir
|
| From your life, from your death
|
| Your bloody underwear
|
| Slowly choked, then released, I plunge my knife in you
|
| Once alive, now deceased
|
| I blew a load in you
|
| After death her crotch did bleed
|
| I kept a souvenir
|
| From your life, from your death
|
| Your bloody underwear
|
| Bloody underwear
|
| I smell your rotting hole
|
| Smells better now that you’re dead
|
| Your broken legs spread wide open
|
| Permanently in rigor mortis
|
| Slowly choked, then released, I plunge my knife in you
|
| Once alive, now deceased
|
| I blew a load in you
|
| After death her crotch did bleed
|
| I kept a souvenir
|
| From your life, from your death
|
| Your bloody underwear
|
| Bloody underwear
|
| Slowly choked, then released
|
| I plunge my knife in you
|
| Once alive, now deceased
|
| I blew a load in you
|
| After death her crotch did bleed
|
| I kept a souvenir
|
| From your life, from your death
|
| Your bloody underwear
|
| This knife stuck up in deep as I can carve
|
| A butchering of your inside
|
| Gets my cock so hard
|
| The blood poured from your eye sockets
|
| Stare out those empty eyes
|
| Like your soul and skull
|
| A dead brain in your head
|
| And now there’s nothing left
|
| You’re just a memory
|
| Slowly choked, then released
|
| I plunge my knife in you
|
| Once alive, now deceased
|
| I blew a load in you
|
| After death her crotch did bleed
|
| I kept a souvenir
|
| From your life, from your death
|
| Your bloody underwear
|
| Slowly choked, then released, I plunge my knife in you
|
| Once alive, now deceased
|
| I blew a load in you
|
| After death her crotch did bleed
|
| I kept a souvenir
|
| From your life, from your death
|
| Your bloody underwear
|
| Bloody underwear
|
| I smell your rotting hole
|
| Smells better now that you’re dead
|
| Your broken legs spread wide open
|
| Permanently in rigor mortis |