When my fourth personality
Takes control of me
I’m allowed to be the only one
That anybody will believe
I can shut down the life
Man after man I killed and raped
My brain still being the same
Murders can calm my compulsive atrocities
Methodic capacity to convince my new victims
Imagination
I have to fuck a corpse
Auto-proclaimed necrophile with perkiness
A romantic skull fuck makes my sexual dead partner
Even more exciting than the alive one
There’s no explanations available
Cause pleasure has no lesson to have
I have to fuck a corpse
Then bury it six feet deep
The man turned to a cadaver
I just reveal my own personal weakness
Only to the one who will not be able to talk again
Keeping them close to me, a graveyard created by me
With malodorous air all around me
I have to fuck a corpse
Then bury it six feet deep
The man turned to a cadaver
I’ve fucked a corpse, and buried it six feet deep
The man turned to a cadaver
I bring the living to the grave
I bring the living to the grave
Tortured body, no empathy for their being
A slave to me if they can’t obey
The perversion is my trademark
While my compulsion is an addiction for me
Not an accomplishment
I have to fuck a corpse
My sexual taste for rot is paramount to normal behavior
No judgment allowed from the one who can’t even know
From the life he led
to the death I caused
I have to fuck a corpse
Then bury it six feet deep
The man turned to a cadaver
I’ve fucked a corpse and buried it six feet deep
The man turned to cadaver
Transformed body, rotten
Exciting condition for me
I trust in the perished, the dead
My crush, insane, amazed
Man after man I killed and raped
My brain still being the same
Murders can calm my compulsive atrocities
Methodic capacity to convince my new victims
Imagination, organization
The next after the last dead, I’ll continue to kill
There is nothing that could stop me, while I am still free
And none of this now could go wrong
It’s a secret and no one knows