To Men Who Masturbate Over Dying Children

You look lost son, can't find your mum?
Come along with me, don't cry, have some candy
Devo un-known
Short cut through park, getting late, getting dark
Cold steel razor embrace, blood stains the molesting place
Murders not in mind, needs him slightly live
A multitude of shallow wounds initiates fear
Weak from blood loss guarantees no running from here
Beat from head to toe with this and that
Then concentrated beatings in two places with a fifty year old fat
Heres to men who masturbate over dying children
Cheers to men who masturbate over dying children
Looking for prey, little girl astray, took her away
As yet un-used, soon to be abused, battered and bruised
White smoo, tight smoo, feels good when I bite you
Semi-conscience, un-responsive, here's a girly fucking gored
Bodies cooling, no longer drooling, butchery has made me bored
I feast while masturbating, my form of raping
And then I leave them to die
He feasts while masturbating, his form of raping
And then he leaves them to die
We feast while masturbating, our form of raping
And then we leave them to die.