I have a skull itâ??s nice and white
Bleached by the sun and early morning light
Whose was it I will not say?
Maybe I will but not today
Lets just say his screams filled me with lust
And I watched him suffer and give god his trust
Will I say my opinion on his stupid religion no
Because I disagree with the purity it shows
I believe in every lasting pain and death
Thats just because well I am sick
I wish this boy were still alive
So I could ask him how he wanted to die
But I didn't waste a minute of my time
I started at the tip of his knee with a small rhyme
I'll take out that cap and pull out the bone
Rubbing the blood on my face as I go
It scared the little boy so much
That he offered his soul to repel my touch
I laughed in his face and told him I was god
I was the one he prayed upon
So now his tears are all dried up
His memory is floating in the dust
I can still hear his screams as I wait in a crouch
shivering with anticipation as I watch my next victim come out
