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
He got out
We live in a cemetary
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 again
What am I?
What am I?
I'm a murderer
I'm confused
I'm vibrating
I'm a murderer
The Gods all suck

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