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