Reflection Of The Dead

It all just went black, I could take it no moreAll those crying brats, playing and screamingDecided to clean our streets, to get rid of ém allDisappear they did, I kidnapped them allHid them in my basement, none was foundI never knew - They could haunt meNite after nite - Dead children carry on screaming my name!It all just turned worse, I got hornier every dayI oiled their dead rectums and raped them constantlyThe smell was sickening so I wore a gasmaskI was convinced, they all wanted thisI swore eternal love, fed them my cumI never knew – They could haunt meNite after nite – Dead children carry onDead children carry on, Dead children carry onDead children carry on screaming my fucking nameDead Children are calling my nameDead Children are calling me from beyond the grave