Aisha, we've only just met and I think you ought to know
I'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

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