Some people call me a murderer
I prefer the term "psycho killer"
I like to f*ckin' burn 'em alive and smell the burnt crispy flesh of f*cking hell
Some people call me a killer
I prefer "psychotic satanic murderer"
My inner monster inside my mind is screaming
Frantic visions of occultic monstrosity spraying my f*cking eyes with pus
I need to smoke for calm my nerves
Plant the spine into rain-soaked soil
The seasons blur in seamless meter
I age with you
You cast a shadow now