Lets walk alongside the path of
Shattered, Crushed and Grotesque dreams,
Where we'll dance to the
Screams and whimpers in the close distance.
Their shrills excites us
As we go on a killing rampage,
Using those humans as our personal piñatas.
Feeling no remorse as we wash our bodies
In their pathetic blood and
We begin to laugh...
This, my dear, is our
heaven.