
I didn't mean to kill that man, honestly
I didn't, but the ecstasy that I got when
I chopped off his arms and fed them to
My dogs, made me lose myself to the
Passion of crime, so I continued to take
Parts off of him and make him suffer
His screaming was passion to my ears!
When he begged for mercy, I couldn't
Help but enjoy the cries of agony when
I sat him on fire, it was really nice to
Have someone share the pain with, can
You blame me for wanting to escape
The horror in my mind?
The ever calling of another person, telling
me what I can and cannot do, drives me
Senseless and I get a little on the crazy side
I promise I'm not really that bad, it's just that
Sometimes I get lost in the translation of reality.












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