Consider this a confession, there’s
sulfur on my breath. Bring me death.
I can feel the [bad word] straight
through my veins. My nerves are
wearing thin like a fine chardonnay.
I can feel the hate. I live a life of
pain. No one is safe. I’ve killed before
and I liked it. Didn’t you hear
what I said? I’ve killed before and I
liked it. Don’t you dare tell me it’s
in my head. Do you like Huey Lewis
and the News? “Hey Paul!” Something
is happening, I need blood to
fill my needs. I tried to tell you but
you didn’t listen, I’m into murders
and executions. I can feel the hate.
I live a life of pain. Bring me death.