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