The Impaler

Look through the window of my mind, see what you can find
Follow the tide of time, I have passed the end of the line

Can't get the pictures out of my head
Her body attached to the bed
The rotted smell i inhaled
her head, hands, feet were all impaled

This is hard to overcome
but what's done is done

Can't run from my past, it all happened so fast
Impale women, it's my sexual deflection
my sexuality, Has become an affliction
I could not be satisfied, unless she died

Look deep within my soul, ruthless killing making me whole
Deep within your chest i Impale your heart, it is just the start

Ripping out your internal guts
Eating them with no doubts
Ripping out your tounge
Too bad you will die so young

This is hard to overcome
but what's done is done

Can't run from my past, it all happened so fast
Impale women, it's my sexual deflection
my sexuality, Has become an affliction
I could not be satisfied, unless she died