Blood Is Red
Angel Slave
I want to rule you
I want to wake you up
In the middle of the night
To masturbate my soul
I want your life to be pain
I want to enjoy
I want to get excited
I want to see the blood
Running out of your wounded eyes
I want to be the Demon of all the demons
And I want this place to be the hell
And you my lovely creature
Be my innocent angel slave
I just want to hear
When you weep in your pain
I got needs
And I’m sure you were created to fulfil them
Business Man Is DEAD
It was Sunday afternoon
Bad things, they always happen on Sunday afternoons
There was love in the air
I could scent it
Don’t you? That rosy and pink scent
Silence in the playroom
That’s a lie
Nothing moved
That’s a lie
Kids were is school
Lonely rays of the sun crossing on floor
Teddy bear in the ray
Well well this sounds dangerous
Should we do something
Silence, nothing
Goddess this is boring
But oh my goddess do I see what I see?
That teddy bear is walking
Stealing the whiplash from a little toy soldier
Goddess should we put him in prison?
Devil’s smile, beautiful like the death
Those two cute brown button eyes, so cruel
And only voice, well it came from the whiplash
Living room, everything is like in play room
Well except there’s business man lying on the sofa
Someone’s daddy
DAD! DAD! DAD! DAD! DAD! DAD! DAD!
Sleeping, he had hangover!
Cheating his wife, I’m certain!
Oh yes, he had hangover!
He had no clue!
How could he have!
Death was coming with that fuzzy teddy bear
Nothing may be done doll
Death is here! Here! Here! Heeree!
Blood is all around! Blood! Blood! Red Blood!
Fuzzy teddy bear all over in red blood!
What a shock!
Well we knew this was coming.
And again
Sunday afternoon
Love in the air
Silence
Nothing moved
Kids in the school
Rays crossing
Teddy bear
What a shame
Business man is dead!
DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!
Life is a fucking great place, kids!
How Does It Feel I
How does it feels
When someone sticks the knife
Through you your head
I’ve been wondering that
Got no bad self-confidence oh no
Just curious
Suppose you feel the pain
Or maybe then not
There really isn’t many chances
Suppose you’ll die or then not
There really isn’t many chances
So I’ve been thinking of that
How would it feel
I don’t know unless I try it
How Does It Feel II
How does it feels
If you shot the barrel in your brain
Will it all explode or will it stay there
Oh how in hell I’d know that
It depends on many things
How far away?
How close?
Which caliber?
Oh there’s so many things
You just have to try it
Harry
Harry cut the banana in to pieces
Harry fucked with a sword his own wife
Harry is kinda psychopath
But who really cares
When Harry gets in action
You really can’t say a word
Or Harry will fuck you too
But maybe you’ll enjoy
Although Harry is kinda violent
And kinda crazy
Don’t you think
Harry hanged himself
Are we happy now
Violence
So lovely day
So lonely day
So quiet day
I sit here
On my snow white sofa
There’s some blood on arm rest
Red dark deep red blood
My eight inch meat knife
Lies front of me on the small table
Red dark deep red blood
We had fun
And now you are lying in bath in my tub
You swim in red dark deep red blood sea
I had sliced your wrists open
Drowned in your own blood
I had stabbed my eight inch meat knife into your heart
Lacerated you
Life is pretty beautiful
I feel bit sluggish
That’s no wonder after all
Bathroom is quite messy
And I wonder I should clean it
Red isn’t my favorite color
Oh no not at all
But I have to admit
Red is your color
Your beautiful hairs your coal black hairs
Are sticky of blood
And you’re swimming in red dark deep red blood sea
In my bathroom
You are so beautiful
And I miss you
Oh I really should clean
Or everyone will know
I killed you
I remember your face
Oh how horrified you were
I saw it in your eyes
I bet it was something new
Really extreme
You wanted say “No” but is was far too late
You can’t turn back
But now it all is over
We had fun as long as it lasted
Although you might hope you hadn’t met me never
You are Dead
So so dead
