To whom it may concern, I've committed a heinous crime Quite a few over the years that I'm losing track with time A horror in the eye of the public, a disgrace in the heart of man For years I've kept these deep dark secrets, but now I no longer can I have this urge, this insistent need A vile fetish that sets me free This morbid fascination to lie with the dead To hold their bodies close to me To touch them in my bed Frequently I dream that they're dormant not dead Just receptacles of pleasure and comfort instead Constant voices within the world in my head I find solace in the arms of the dead I never considered them to be just corpses, these piles of rotting dead I'd rather consider them to be good friends People who wouldn't leave me or hurt me in the end I find solace in the arms of the dead Never did I kill someone for my sick and perverse needs It's not my right to take a life unless it belongs to me I never meant to hurt anyone I have a strange disease A warped, twisted and deranged urge that aches for me to please I loved all my "friends" without reciprocation But I must end this now knowing I'll be hated I'm sorry for all the pain I'm sorry for all the sorrow I must take my life [So I will be] dead long before tomorrow Frequently I dream that they're dominant not dead Just receptacles of pleasure and comfort instead Constant voices within the world in my head I find solace in the arms of the dead With this gun in my hand, I take my life, a life you will consider to be evil One with peace, soon to be free No more pain shall I feel No more voices in my head I found solace now that I am deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
