For years and years, the suffering, the tears 
Imprisonment in my private hell 
Sexual abuse, humiliation, castration, mentally 
deranged 

Scarred for life by a woman's insane mind 
Her spirit still possesses me, even though she died 
Her daughter will suffer, revenge on her progeny 
Kill the ones she loves, right before her eyes 
Concentration-victim in sight Penetration-the law of 
the knife 
Female garbage-screaming in pain 
Slaughtered bitches-all sound the same 

I tie you up as I slice them up, 
I'll make you watch, you have to watch 
I slit their throats and suck 'em out again 
Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing 
You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you 
cunting whore ! 
I started out to make you suffer, to drown your soul in 
agony 

But now the tide has turned, 
the setting has changed-it hits me in the face 
Again I'm a servant to your perverted game 
You're just like your mother, you're messing with my 
brain 
Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing 
You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you 
cunting whore !