Aisha

Aisha
Weve only just met
And I think you ought to know
Im a murderer
Babies need blood
I have a portrait on my wall
Hes a serial killer
I thought he wouldnt escape
Aisha
He got out
We live in a cemetery
A cold and damp place
And science runs through us
Making us Gods
The rules are all wrong
Every perversion is justified
They honestly believe dead bodies
Anything goes around here
I still want to to be human
What am I?
What am I?
Im a murderer
Aisha
Im confused
Aisha
Im vibrating
Im a murderer
The Gods all suck