See them bleeding, hear them screaming

Feel them beating, their hearts bursting

With no joy, and with no fear though

They all love me, they can’t see

That I just want them, to die and crawl

At my feet, beg for their lives

My life is made, sun and shade

I’ve got a cold breeze

Over my left shoulder,

I’m just so cold, I don’t care if you’re young or old

Bold or sold

Straight or a whore, I’ll see you bleed

Indeed, and bury my seed

Cynical, and senile

At my age it’s quite a profile

Just so I can feel your blood, caress my skin

As it drips from your neck

To my nose, slipping to my tongue

Licking the cut, just a little bit more

I see one girl, dressed like whore.

Her skin so perfect

For my next crime, please excuse me

While I make her cry.