Punish you for what you've done

You better run for shelter

Wrathful thinking has begun

It's time for helter-skelter



Subliminal messages put into my brain

And crammed into my head

I catch a rush inflicting pain

Well after victim screams no more



A figment of my imagination

Becomes this tragic ordeal

I've done this to shock the nation

I'm heartless you know how I must feel





Carving away into this twisted figure

So savagely yet so quietly

I've drained the life from this wounded creature

Carressing her body so violently



Reassuring myself I gouged the baby

From sharons bleeding womb

Poor sharon tate and unborn child

Forever to be entombed