Brainpan Blues

I'm a man, I'm a very sick man

I got one aim this is kill and kill again

I was born with pain and pain I give back

All I do with people is mangle, scalp and hack

I kill as many I can

I got no friends but you can call me slam

I torture and make them bleed

Strangulation, mutilation is my creed

I strangle them with a rope

Before I prefer to smoke a lot of dope

I slaughter them without brain

In the news they're telling I'm insane

Brainpan blues

Kill all the time

No day without a victim

It's more than a crime, his condition state

Mentally confused

I slice them with my knife

Inside the body my right hand dive

I butcher them for fun

Or shoot them with my gun

I choke them with a string

When I murder I always sing

I scalp and take their hair

But before I ask them to be fair

Brainpan blues

I hack them and I slay

When it's done, I start to pray

I chop, carve and slash

I rip, tear and I hash

I impale them and I spear

I leave them on the pale and disappear

At last I drink their blood

I eat their brains and I eat their mud