Try to comprehend me
Before you tear the aorta
Stab with a knife...

...Once again
Cut throat does not compare
To the pleasure of raping a child

Following her,
I leered at her tiny boy
Watched her delicate moves

And that strange freshness
Now, she's just a dead,
Ripped corpse

...In the cut throat
I find my pleasure
Raping the child

You hatefully murder,
Then desecrate
My body

You should have
Done it before...
...Before you thought

Of revenge
I was molested
It doesn't matter now

Now it's blood
Now it's sperm
Cut throat,

Pleasure