Walking and thinking who is my victim This beautiful girls or her sweety granny Whit morbid sikness i will prepare yuor capture And i will take you into my cellar To dismember and taste you A good human steak and a blood shake Tripe brain cheese an distilled of pussy liquid Maybe i'm mad Into my mind there are only bad things A perversed mix of pain pain and joy I like see the people suffer Vision of death and morder I don't know what normal people think I would like transfix myself I want put my hand around your neck And catch yours soul Ooohhh my mind isn't sick I want put my hand around your neck Maybe i'm mad... Maybe i'm mad.... Giveme your soul flesh.....blood....brain...bones Walking and seeking for a new victim Now i want only some children It's all in my mind obscurity and pain But i like kill and rape...kill and rape the new victim Maybe i'm mad.....