Aisha (Death in Vegas)

Aisha We've only just met And I think you ought to know I'm a murderer Babies need blood I have a portrait on my wall He's a serial killer I thought he wouldn't escape Aisha He got out We live in a cemetery A cold and damp place And science runs through us Making us Gods The rules are all Wrong Every perversion is justified They honestly believe dead bodies Anything goes around here I still want to to be human again What am I? What am I? I'm a murderer Aisha I'm confused Aisha I'm vibrating I'm a murderer The Gods all suck