Remove the shackles from your hands
and hear them clatter (to the floor)
Reflect on your last victims death
as you heard his head shatter (forever more)
The cries of the bastard ring in you head
you smile, knowing they're finally dead
you've been let free, my friend, my friend
you've been let free to kill (again)
The bars no longer set us back
the justice system's failed
they've let a psycho free to prowl
waiting to hear the children wail
You hear him in your head
he's talking again of blood and death
he's pushing you into doing things
you may come to regret
That baby deserved to live
it didn't deserve to be tor out
ot it's mothers' uterus
as it screamed and thrashed about
It tasted so good, so soft, so young
the meat was so tender on your tongue
you wonder if it felt the pain
the torture of being slowly slain
And beaten.
And eventually later eaten.
But that wasn't all you did
you had ideas in your brain
so you raped that baby, didn't you
and that drove you insane
The sheer joy of blood and flesh
the sheer joy of having sex
with a baby as it cries
from the pain and later dies
Reflecting on this, you realize
you're a fucked up member of humanity
driven by urges you can't explain
other than pure insanity
The world doesn't need you
the babies are fine without your dick
kill youself, you piece of shit
kill yourself, you're fucking sick.