My imbalanced mind is unaccepted by society,
My life is ruled by urges - sickened impropriety.
In this day and age, strangely enough, some factions remain blind,
To my manipulation of a puerile kind.
Their impressionable minds cannot tell wrong from right,
A degenerate, I am an immoral blight.
Upon the attitudes of `Unliberated` souls,
I`m sick I know,
I`m sick I know!
As a lower form of life with a psychotic rage,
That`s identified intensified against underaged.
They have no fear yet to share what is theirs,
In act of love intended for their older years.
I crawl into their brains, they love me more each day,
They`re old enough to know, I don`t care what you say.
They`re old enough to love, I don`t care what you say,
Aren`t they?
Aren`t they?!?!
I beg not forgiveness, just a cure for this sickness,
As it stands now, there`s no hope in sight.
My brain is filled with degradation, tormenting excruciation,
Decadence is ruling my life.
Bloodless lambs` purity lost, victims of my holocaust,
My unclean hands defile without reason.
More sinned than sinning, anguished memories just beginning,
When thoughts turn upon this bitter season.
A rapist of naivete, a killer of virginity,
I stand for the death of innocence!!!
Young bodies cannot stand the pain,
I`m torturing their little brains,
I am the death of innocence!
Only sickened filth, disgusting scum,
Would do the appalling deeds I`ve done,
Crushing with psychotic malevolence!
I can`t control my gross addiction,
Feeding mental pain infliction,
Fall to the death of innocence!