Shoulder to shoulder I cry on
You were never one I could rely on
As your lust wrote your symphony
You left a little girl whimpering
I know you are religious
But you're sinful
Your soul is hideous
I've been mauled by a blood hound
Yet I haven't been found
I'm surprised I haven't been found
I'm sure I'll never be found
You're sick, sadistic, twisted
I'm glad I'm on your hit list
I know you will always miss it
I'm restricted; pessimistic
So hang me
Strangle me
Penetrate me with your knife
But we will never meet in the afterlife