He was seeing all those beautiful girls Walking with their long fine legs He was trying to be with those girls But some slaps are all that he gets
Now you see him crawling through the bushes Which his shorts opened wide, so wide He will return just out of madness You will have no chance to fight or hide
He will get, He will Kill you, He will Fuck you: Winning Madness
With your dead body he starts his desecration With it he elaborates his home decoration Inside it looks like the hell in which he'll rot Torsos, limbs and fingers like there would be a ballot The sickest point is, he's a victim of society Interim Analysis: Cureless false piety Your own snootiness is now your own slaughter The Prince of Darkness Hear his laughter
The Lust to kill Is stronger than the will to live He takes his knife There's nothing more to give Before his mind fills With Empty Sadness His brain overcomes This Winning Madness
It is macabre, But he skins his own body Cuts of his fingers and steps in his eyes Screams fill his home Now he rots in hell But somewhere deep inside Is Winning Madness
The chapter is closing for now The sickest brain of all is gone But he will come back He will return To haunt you down in your worst dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
