Your perverse phantasms will not keep you the fuck 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 motherfucker expecting an open door

Puncture wounds and splatter marks

Feeling cold stiff,

Left with blood on your hands.