I was cutting off your manhood because it was fun.
You got no need for a stinking, smelly, lonely love gun.
I placed it beside the pillow on my bed.
Got no worries, now I can give myself head.

Yes, I feed on things that bleed.
And I will do anything to get what I need.

I'm collection body parts and placing them in jars.
They are leftovers from smashed-up cars.
I guess it's no good to live as if in a dream.
But all I can think of is semen face-dream.
Oh, boy.