08:35 pmAisha, we've only just met and I think you ought to knowI'm a murderer 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 cemetery, a cold and damp place And science runs through us, making us Gods The rules are all wrong, every perversion is justified They honestly believe dead bodies, anything goes around here I still want to to be human 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 |