Brainsuckers

Handsome, nice, kind, I’m the homosexual monster

Drug addict and drunken, obsession of dissection is in my mind

Vicious and collector, I rape, I strangles, I cut with electric saw

Clever, many victims, sexual maniac, I burn the corpses

 

I knew an infancy psychological drama

Problems with my parents, I’m a born butcher

I kill gay boys after having fucked, blacks or asian casualities

Sexual carnages for pleasure

 

I made of my home an horror gallery

I’m the despair of the family, I have nothing to lose

I drug the future cadavers, I keep genitals in jars

I put the heads in the refrigerator

 

 

I throw the bones in the garbage

Sometimes, I keep the hearts in the freezer

The rest of the organs is burned with acid

 

I keep pictures of their naked body in remembrance

I contemplate them in the long lonely nights

 

My personal collection, I eat a good arm steak

 

 

Sexual carnages for pleasure is my paranoia

A young naked bloody boy running in the street

To escape to the mutilation of the perverse skinning

Slaying the young teens gay who prostitutes

 

I knew an infancy psychological drama

Problems with my parents, I’m a born butcher

I kill gay boys after having fucked, blacks or asian casualities

Sexual carnages for pleasure

 

Sexual carnages for pleasure is my paranoia

A young naked bloody boy running in the street

To escape to the mutilation of the perverse skinning

Slaying the young teens gay who prostitutes

 

Sexual carnages for pleasure