Brother dear something whispers at my ear

Sister dear tell me what tis that you fear?

He tells me to **** everyone

Oh Sister trust me you are not the only one

Why do you mean by that?

A Distorted guy  talks to me I'm pretty sure he's tall and wears a hat

What shall we do brother dear?

I don't know the voices won't disappear

I'd say we **** them all

Then it shall be done if killing is your call

A sweet carve in their chest

I think torture is the best
And some stabbing will put them to rest

Let's head over to the nelson's neaty lake

And we make of his family a meaty cake