Pins and needles don’t mean much, unless you’re dying for its loving touch And I can feel it in the air, and I can almost taste you And pins and needles don’t mean much, unless the pain you feel is full of lust And on this day I will have you, and I think you’ll have me too I call upon you now I’ve made my mind up Dear Ms. Budd, I am the grey, and sickening one Bleaahhh Ohhh the moon, it makes me do wicked things Castration and pain, for the heat a more deadly game Awaits them, the slow and immortal For children of mine, this blood runs eternal Cut the skin, drink the piss and eat all their shit Nothings to sick, I’m a fiend for the cat nines whip And the more that I’m tortured within, the more I'm afflicted to bring forth these sins I’m sick, depraved, I long for the perfect soul Flowers get plucked, no more life shall it ever flow As I watch from the windows of fate, I’m stripped of these binds that know pain shan’t abate Ohhh my child, has this fate brought you to me? To punish and please, don’t you see? On this night, the pain sets you free To dance with the devil and die Why is God speaking to me? Coprophagia Stab them, and kill them, and beat them, take their eyes Leave them there for the world to cherish their little lives Take them, and break them, and shame them The pain is mine I find myself upon the frenzied peak of my demise Stab them, and kill them, and beat them, take their eyes Leave them there for the world to cherish their little lives Take them, and break them, and shame them The pain is mine I find myself upon the frenzied peak of my demise These are the games that we play Step into the grey, Brooklyn vampire prey Ohhh I’ve made up my mind to eat, to feast on the innocence of grace upon me I am shunned by my family for the things I have done Nails driven deep in my skin just for fun It’s what makes me cum Such discourse But you’re never gonna ever gonna find that corpse Not here with the dead less, pathetic headless, drown upon the well I consumed the flesh its Instruments of hell Cooked to eat How tender that little ass did taste In 9 days consumed her whole, I am the devil, grey to the soul Cut the skin, drink the piss and eat all their shit Nothings to sick, I’m a fiend for the cat nines whip And the more that I’m tortured within, the more I'm afflicted to bring forth these sins I’m sick, depraved, I long for the perfect soul. Flowers get plucked, no more life shall it ever flow As I watch from the windows of fate, I’m stripped of these binds that know pain shan’t abate Ohhh my child, has this fate brought you to me? To punish and please, don’t you see? On this night, the pain sets you free To dance with the devil and die