I need to paint the town red
And you see right through my masquerade
So tonight you will join the dead
You're curled up and afraid
Now it's starting to rain
Trekking my boots in the mud
I'm gonna relish in your pain
Enjoy every drop of blood
My mind is twisted and depraved
You're drawing near to heaven or hell
We're both to far gone to be saved
You've just become a hollowed shell
I want to find someone to get my party restarted
But first I must clean up and hide the recently departed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the mindscape is dark, deep, and wide! ! !