Nailgun Massacre

You need something accomplished by the fall of the night

Your perverse phantasms will not keep you the f**k away

Your hormones race

You are a sexual fiend

Your hormones race

Looking for a lady of the night

Driving around town where women who play their trade on

the street are exposing themselves to routine's violence

Seized from the shadows

You can please me?

Coerced into submission of sexual service

Please me, tease me

Selling their bodys to support their habits and

during inimacy realized a same sex calamity

You freak and,

Grab a nailgun

Impaling the victim

Psycho moments make up this cerebral war

You killed the motherf**ker expecting an open door

Puncture wounds and splatter marks

Feeling cold stiff,

Left with blood on your hands