Murderer, psychotic, is this what I've become?
Men, women, or children, it makes no difference

Rape, their soft dead bodies
I fuck when they can't stop me
I just don't know what is real
What is real what is fake

Confusing, killing spree
I'll tear the flesh right from their bones
Illusion, of their deaths
My mind shrouded in darkness

Am I hallucinating? Or is my brain just sick?
'Cause when I fuck these corpses, I can feel them on my dick

From behind the veil of flesh
I can't distinguish what is real
I fell alone and forgotten
Contorted perception

Piercing her hymen, cunt filled with broken glass
I'll drag her kicking screaming, from her innocence
Beaten, broken, torn, just one dead whore
Is this a dream? Or is this just my life?
Death is the sickening reality
Flesh is just the mask it hides behind

Narcissistic, nihilistic, my mask of sanity has gone
Welcome to my world

Confusing killing spree
Illusion of my death

Am I hallucinating? Or is my brain just sick?
Did I just kill these people? Am I the one that's dead?

Rotten flesh
Deep inside my skull
Murderer
Dwells within me