Confusion seems to be your way

My murdering is inconsequential

Close your lovely, lying eyes

Stay bride

I'll guard your last meal

Before your execution

Your treacherous

Dissatisfied face

Will rot by hunger for lust



Let's stop talking all about

That shit

Let's fuck show me your

Genitals

The hunger for perversion

Strikes back

I'll break your personality

You lie in a sheet of organic

Juices



The plague of myself buried

Among your bones

I've got a present for you

It's an overcrowded box

With corpses of the new-born