I'm depressed Feeling like a mess I wanna grab the 45 And put the barrel to my chest She's not impressed I just spent all my money That I should invest I need a couple thousand dollars Just to spend on cigarettes They keep on pressing me Cooking up their bodies Need the recipe I'll kill your girlfriend first Then put her torso Where your head should be It's messy see The joy I get from catching all my enemies That crying and that pleading Ain't impressing me I just wanna torture them Put them in a boil bubble bath Until it's scorching them They do what I say Like yes ok If not I'm forcing them Bring their precious children To my orphanage Got voices in my head There's no ignoring them I feel like murdering you But They won't capture me Cuz I planned this since a youth It's a perfect killing spree I got voices in my head They won't let me set em free This another killing spree From a mind of a killer I'll chop you up like hibachi Then drink your blood Like some Saki I'll cut your flesh And sew it onto mine Design like Versace Their ain't a thing That you could say or do To ever just stop me There's no unlocking This lil cage you're in This key you can't copy Now roger that I'm a father to horrorcore I'm a monster at that A monster in fact Pop a pill To keep all this monster in tact Cuz if they see my wild side Then there's no surprise Cuz once you look me in my eyes You know you're sure gonna die They try to take me in And start my dimise But that can't happen I'm a take you to the Hamptons Grab you then get to hackin I use a hatchet Cut your sack Then grab your head just to smash it Your skull's gashed And now your family screaming Throwing a gasket Because the way I left your body You won't fit in this casket I took the organs out your body Put your limbs in a basket And then I took you down the hall To turn your face into plastic I grab the rope and start to wrap it Onto mine like it's magic And now I wear you as a mask To show the masses I'm back kids I'll never stop now No matter how much you ask bitch I'm bat shit crazy Rub her clit with a cactus Catch me if you can I'll leave your hand on the mattress I feel like murdering you But They won't capture me Cuz I planned this since a youth It's a perfect killing spree I got voices in my head They won't let me set em free This another killing spree From a mind of a killer

I know you're kind of blue 'Cause love ain't been good to you Well, dry your pretty eyes, those days are through Hey, you're in good hands now You're in good hands All the love you gave, boy, went to waste All the heartaches she made you face Things will be different now with me in her place Hey, you're in good hands now If trouble ever comes to you, I'll see it through, me and you And whenever you are down, I'll be around You will never have a need for anything My love will bring true happiness to you 'Cause I, 'cause I, I realize it's your heart I have here So delicate and oh so rare I promise to handle it with tender loving care Hey, you're in good hands now, yeah Don't you wanna taste the honey, honey, honey, honey Honey, honey, honey, honey Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey (You're in good hands now) You're in good hands now, baby (You're in good hands now) You're in good hands now, baby (You're in good hands now) You're in good hands now, baby (You're in good hands now) You're in good hands now, baby (You're in good hands now) You're in good hands now, baby (You're in good hands now) You're in good hands now, baby (You're in good hands now) You're in good hands now, baby

I used to believe But now my belief turns to dust At the feet of the altar The altar of lust Like a lamb to the slaughter Drowned in holy water Held below by my shame Beg for forgiveness at the feet of the one Who knows both heaven and hell Kneel for confession, you bastard This is the first and second death The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves We did it to ourselves The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing Broken spirits just longing for substance Madonna weeps for her children Fathers tear at their robes Out of sight, out of mind Out of control Lay me down to rest Rip out my heart from my chest And wash the guilt from you bloodstained hands Lay me down to rest Lay me down to rest This is the first and second death The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves Broken bodies; reduce them to nothing Broken spirits just longing for substance Broken bodies, reduce them to nothing Broken spirits, just longing for substance Guilty followers, disciples of fraud Suffocated by the Hands of God Guilty followers, disciples of fraud Suffocated by the Hands of God The saints are raising hell They say we did it to ourselves This is the first and second death There's no sanctuary here Suffocated by the Hands of God No sanctuary No sanctuary here