Watching the crime scene you fake you´re nasty and scared Though they dont know what you´re feeling You walk around the corpses, pictures of a nightmare Make them pictures of your dreams Then, you found a girl, with all her head off She was attacked from behind, as you see So you wanna taste her lips and touch her flesh Its just never enough for you, isnt it? Her jaw is two feet away from there; her hands are missed away Dont you wanna find where they are? Take a look from a window, What is there, behind that wall? Oh God, you cant stop thinking: Maybe her hands are there, behind that wall Theres no reason for a slaughter The next one could be your daughter Lock the doors and buy a gun Just be ready when they come Searching for more information You will feed your imagination Necrophilic inclinations Just to feel a new sensation Oh, it is me! What you wanna see! Watch my muscles, be my slayer And maybe you can be me, Next time! A morbid thought is growing and growing Like a cancer in your brain Cant help thinking of her wounds A marble virgin on a tomb With no hands, no jaw No soul, no pain No face, no tear No sperm, just blood After all the things theyre showing Theyll expose your head exploding See the people that you trust With a toxic kind of lust Knives and chainsaws on vibration To start her mutilation You cant stop it though you´re praying Dream awhile her voice keeps saying: Oh, it is me! What you wanna see! Watch my muscles, be my slayer I know that you´ll be me, Next time! Her jaw was broken and took off when she was still alive, And maybe her hands where in the same way too The autopsy shown other scary facts: That she died in slowly, slowly pain Her tongue was also cut off, there´s why were no screams But her hands are still missing Go on, be brave, go to that place you saw before Across the street, and that´s what you do But, Oh God! Oh my God! Behind the wall, You found