You Make Albert Fish Look Like Magikarp -Twin Pumpkin

Hell’s son, lone rebel
Stone heart, no shadow
The pain plays a part inside my habitat
My dark emotions become leaders of the pack
No fun, I don’t spare no
Taste your blood, fuck you like an animal
Beg on your knees my baby, there’s no need to cry
My halo is long gone, desecrated in a lie

No no no! Most hallowed true terror superstar
No no no! The horror, snarling deuce reservoir

»The only thing they can get me for is running a funeral parlor without a fucking license.”

Oh god, how I wish to be normal, no more pain, no more sorrow
but my prayers never seem to fucking arrive!
It ain’t my fault if these people deserve some pity or evil, who am I to be their judge?
The need to hunt, the need to thrill, the need to fuck, the need to kill
It’s all inside and I can’t simply just let it go!
You better not get in my way!
I’ll be your doom, I’ll be your fright!
I’ll be the bitch who takes your fucking life!

No no no! Most hallowed true terror superstar
No no no! The horror, snarling deuce reservoir
Get on your knees, please, please
You’ll be my fucking masterpiece
This ain’t no fiction, no, it’s freakshow baby
No one can tame me cause bitch, I’m a killing machine

You Make Albert Fish Look Like Magikarp -Twin Pumpkin