Nailgun Massacre (Burning the Masses)

You need something accomplished by the fall of the night Your perverse phantasms will not keep you the f**k away Your hormones race You are a sexual fiend Your hormones race Looking for a lady of the night Driving around town where women who play their trade on the street are exposing themselves to routine's violence Seized from the shadows You can please me? Coerced into submission of sexual service Please me, tease me Selling their bodys to support their habits and during inimacy realized a same sex calamity You freak and, Grab a nailgun Impaling the victim Psycho moments make up this cerebral war You killed the motherf**ker expecting an open door Puncture wounds and splatter marks Feeling cold stiff, Left with blood on your hands