I'll make a fortune
When they're all dead
F*ck the corpses
To force my will
I'll make a fortune
When they're all dead
F*ck the corpses
To force my will
Orchid of vile desire
Smell the rotten cunt
Rich in septic fluid
One way to swerve my hunt
Give me your children
Make sure they're dead
Lifeless and limbless
Rest in my bed