If I ask you about your favorite sound,
which one will you choose?
To me and Greg, it's those girls rhymecal screams.
Louder and Louder , they hit the perfect note.
But sadly it is only a one time show,
Because sooner or later they had to die, to feed the devil inside.

Me and Greg, never been any girl's first choice,
So we decided to be their last.
Well our innocent faces always spell the charm.
The girls happily hop into our car for a last drive,
Unaware of the hidden surprise.
As soon as they become comfortable, We offer them drinks and pizza.
After all it's a norm to feed your prey before you cut them into pieces.
As soon as the poisoned drink start its work,
One of us hop on the back seat to satisfy the lust.
Turn by turn we feed our self.
And enjoying those screams as we cut them.
Feel really bad because each one of them was a master piece.
But soon we manage to forget the pain and prepare our self for another game.