She reads to me by the soft glow of candlelight, speaking of angels and demons
Instilled at such an early age, with such fright, were these divine gifts of reason
I lie awake as her ghost it still walks through the halls, and moves all around me,
Echoing warnings burned into me as a child, that the sinner will pay with his life....
Sheltered in filth, the windows they all bleed black, to hide such dementia
Inside of my mind or the mind that I seem to lack, no one pays close attention.
I lie awake and I think of the simpler times, before insanity found me
With a desire to unearth the dead in the night, making me feel so alive
And now a part of me feels complete, when I butcher these bodies
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet, all decaying and rotting
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time, I bring home a new slave
Mother said lost souls should all be saved, 'cept from a madman and his empty graves....
Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams, like I'm no more than a devil
As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need, that starts here with my shovel
Prying open the lid I can still see her face, etched in my eyes here forever
I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate, it's got to be now or be never.