Aisha
We've only just met 
And I think you ought to know 
I'm a murderer 
Babies need blood 

I have a portrait on my wall 
He's a serial killer 
I thought he wouldn't escape 
Aisha 
He got out 

We live in a cemetary 
cold and damp place 
And [bad word] through us 
Making us Gods 

 [bad word] are all Wrong 
Every perversion is justified 
They honestly believe dead bodies 
Anything goes around here 

I still want to to be human again 
What am I? 
What am I? 
I'm a murderer 

Aisha 
I'm confused 
Aisha 
I'm vibrating 

I'm a murderer 
The Gods all suck