When they all came around they didn't say anything

Yo
This car was stolen
Early August, skin's sticking to the [??armor's trolling??]
Parked in Cold Spring
Satanic panics hard to hold in
Gouging hearts out of harlots, discard in clothing
Blood frosting, pentagrams, and lipstick in the carpet soaked in
Charm to go with buying drugs with the charge cards and throw it
The devil slipped the dust in the cigar and rolled it
Despondent road trip, pulled over slowing
I had two blondes devoted, sacrificed wrapped in tarp, while being charged with holding
The cops didn't even know it, even after they towed it
Sick sitting in a marsh since the cold hit
October gave them red rope around neck, start to glowing
Ligature marks from choking
Stomach with holes like five carps poked in
Butterfly larvae goes in
You should see them under the sun facing the sky
It looks sparkled golden

I trap their beautiful ghosts in garbage pails at home
?? notes to feds explaining how I followed two but the trail went cold
Careless if there it's froze or compared to ??
But I'm not I swear it's old
In a medical school hair is combed, no life spared to hold
No light there it's cold
Bugs crawling out of a teared in hole
What was behind their stare is stole
Death wrapped as a blanket around them, tailored clothes
I sleep with the pale and cold corpse of Annabel Lee but her stare's like Poe
And I won't let the scamp dry
Snatch the upper half's line
The stash knife made it a fast fight
Even on black tar you won't catch me on half life
Hooker slash, slid naked dead in the back iced
Flick on Karen Carpenter as I watch that girl got strangled and stabbed die
That white van's mine surrounded by federals parked by the campsite
Cadaver dogs and MagLites
I splash dyes
Psychedelia flash lives
Testing drugs like lab mice
I leave him with internal bleeding from bashed spines
Came to slash rappers leaving the gash wide
Supercoven flag ship holding the mast high
Rolling the liquid in grass
Rolling holding the mast high
And collapsing like the weak veins my boy's needle went through
Lead doomsday cults ??
I am the people's temple
The leaves are yellow
As leaves are [??fenneled??]
I'm such an outsider for six years critics thought I was feralled

(James C. Dobson: You are scheduled to be executed tomorrow morning at 7:00, if you don’t receive another stay. What is going through your mind?---Ted: I won’t kid you to say it is something I feel that I am in control of or something that I have come to terms with, 'cause I haven't. It’s a moment-by-moment thing. Sometimes I feel very tranquil and other times I don’t feel tranquil at all. What’s going through my mind right now is to use the minutes and hours I have left as fruitfully as possible, and see what happens. It helps to live in the moment, in the essence that we use it productively. So right now I’m feeling calm, in...) [excerpt from Ted Bundy's final interview]