I relase your blood
I let flow — more
And more — I smash
Pieces of you on the wall
Your body no longer resists —
You are to surrender —
— You are to die.
Murder instinct — madness
I entertain the world
Society turns
Reality to nightmare
I kill — therefore I am
Be quiet boy,
Why do you fear?
I’ll highlight your life…
…on TV they’ll show you —
-With a razor
I rip your crotch
Don’t blame me for this…
Be quiet boy.
Expression —
-With an axe I create
The art. of the 20TH century.
A scream…
Why do you scream girl question
We’ll entertain the people
Be polite,
You’re so important to me
A piece of flash… I need you
You are to surrender —
-You are to die
Bloody dream — therefore I am!
